Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(93)

“You like taking every inch of this big cock, angel?” I purr into her ear.

She whimpers, nodding her head.

“I want to hear you say it,” I growl, bringing my hand down suddenly across her ass. She moans loudly as the smack fills the room, and I can feel her inner walls clench at me tight.

“I love fucking your big, fat cock, sir,” she moans, her breaths coming faster. She keeps pumping up and down, her nipples dragging over my chest muscles and her tight little body tensing up as she takes every inch of me.

“And are you going to be my good little bad girl and take every drop of my cum inside this hot little cunt of yours?”

She moans louder, nodding her head quickly. “Yes, sir!” She gasps, and suddenly she’s starts to move faster, bouncing her hips up and down my shaft quicker and rolling them when I bottom out. I groan, feeling the cum boiling in my balls and the need to fill her consuming me.

“Christian?” she whispers suddenly in my ear.

“Yeah, angel?”

She groans, still bouncing up and down on my cock as she brings her lips to my ear.

“Remember how we wanted to wait until graduation before, you know.”

I groan, my cock swelling at the thought of what she’s saying. I palm her ass tightly, grinding my cock deep inside of her and making her moan.

“I only remember basically every single day,” I growl. She giggles, and the motion has her tightening around me, making me grit my teeth to keep from exploding right there.

“Well…” She trails off, and slowly, I pull back to meet her eyes.

“What is it, Princess?” I say quietly, suddenly stopping. My brow furrows in concern. Suddenly, I’m remembering that she had a doctor's visit today, and all at once, every goddamn horrible, worst case scenario shreds through me.

“Angel,” I whisper dryly, my whole body suddenly on edge. “Tell me.”

I’m about to pull her off my lap and see how bad it is, when suddenly, she just grins. Confusion swirls through me as she suddenly leans forward, and sucks my earlobe between her lips, letting her teeth graze over it.

“What if we moved that timeline up a little,” she coos in the sexy, sultry whisper right into my ear.

I freeze, my thoughts tangling in my head and my words tripping over my tongue.

“Because I’m pregnant.”

Her words are like flipping a switch on me. It’s like suddenly, the whole world gets brighter. It’s like the air gets sweeter, and the scent of her red sauce simmering in the kitchen gets even better, and like her damn skin gets even warmer and softer.

She’s pregnant.

She’s pregnant.

And very quickly, I’m suddenly harder than I’ve ever been before.

Tempest squeals as I suddenly flip us over, pinning her to the couch and kissing her with every fiber of my being. I kiss her deeply, passionately, covering her body with mine and pulling my arms tight around her.

“You’re going to be a father,” she whispers, rocking her hips gently. Her legs slip around my waist, hugging me tight to her and pulling me deep inside. I groan, the blood roaring through me as I slowly pull out, only to plunge my cock deep inside of her. Tempest cries out, her fingers scratching down my back as my thick cock fills her to the brim.

And then I start to fuck the woman I love more than anything in this world. The woman I’m going to marry soon.

The woman that’s going to be the mother of my children.

Plural.

I imagine this gorgeous, vivacious, sexy woman filled with my seed. I picture her swollen with our child, her belly getting rounder, her breasts fuller, and the flush of it all making her skin glow. I groan, plunging my cock deep inside of her as I pull back and lock eyes with her.

“I love you, so fucking much,” I groan.

“I love you too,” she gasps, turning her head to suck my thumb between her lips. I growl, picking up my pace and driving my cock into her tight, slick pussy over and over again, until I know there’s no going back. I pull my thumb away and crush my lips to her, swallowing her moans and her cries as the two of us move faster and faster until suddenly, it’s like a bomb going off.

Tempest comes first, and the feel of her impossibly tight, slick, perfect pussy clenching around me and milking me for all I’m worth sends me right over the edge after her. She pulls away from my lips, moaning as she feels my hot cum pump into her, jet after jet filling her to the brim until I can feel it leaking out from where we join and coating her thighs. I keep moving, the thought of her being pregnant too much to resist, and before she can catch her breath, I’m right into round two.

I think about how fucking lucky I am for all of it — for besting the battles of my past and somehow surviving when I shouldn’t have. I think about finding her, and knowing that even if I knew it was wrong, that she was it for me.

I think about the fact that I’m going to have a child with the woman I love most in this world, and that alone is all I need.

When we both come again, it’s her on top, riding me up and down and cooing into my ears as the orgasm blasts through her. I’m right behind again, filling her with more of my seed until I’m completely spent.

…And knowing that it’s really just redundant at this point.

Later, we finally eat our pasta with her bolognese sauce, naked, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor and laughing. We stay up late, talking excitedly about what’s going to happen, and if we think it’ll be a boy or a girl, and names, and who we’ll tell and when.