Page 39 of Tempted By the Bosshole

CHAPTER TEN

Nathan

“B-breed me?” Isabella sounds shocked, but her pussy clamps down on me as if she’s aroused.

I need to answer her, but holy shit, I’m inside her for the first time with nothing at all between us, and it’s a mind-blowing heaven. Fuck, she’s snug and slick and grips me like she was made for me. Now that she’s my wife, fucking her feels even more sublime. And unlike my ex, I already know Isabella can’t take the pill.

How long before she’s round with my baby? Even the thought of her swelling with my child has me on the edge. I can’t wait to spill inside her again and again.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want kids,” I growl in her ear. “You do. You told me you do the night we met.”

“I do, but?—”

“So do I, and I want them with you. This is forever for me. Nothing will ever be more important than you and our family.”

“Nathan…”

I surge deeper inside her with a groan. I could explain that her father is at least part of the reason I don’t have kids and that having my enemy’s daughter give birth to my child will be the sweetest revenge imaginable. But it’s far more than that. I’m falling for Isabella—harder than I should. If we start a family together…maybe she’ll be happy and want to stay?

“Baby girl, you were beautiful today. You’re even more stunning in my bed, taking every inch of my cock.”

“You say these things that make me melt…but we talk about having kids before we have unprotected sex.”

She’s right. I know that, but… “I don’t want to wait another day to start our future. I want you forever.” I brush my lips over hers and pray she’ll understand.

Beneath me, Isabella yields, taking my kiss and returning the pleasure. The more I learn my way around her body, the more responsive she gets. The more I want to give her ecstasy. The more I need her craving me.

Until I can plant a baby in her belly, orgasms and that ring on her finger may be the only reasons she stays. I need to make this good. I need to addict her.

I take her arms and lift them above her head, skimming my palms up until our fingers lock together. Looking deep into her eyes, I pump her with the slow, deep strokes I know she can’t resist. “I want you, Isabella. I want you all the time. I want you naked in my bed every night. I want your smiles, your tears, your cries of pleasure, your pain. I want all of you. And I want you pregnant.”

Her pussy clenches on me again. Her head might balk at the idea of having my baby so quickly, but her body has a different opinion.

“Where are you in your cycle?”

“Nathan…”

“Tell me.” I fill her cunt with a battering, slow-motion stroke that slams the headboard to the wall.

She cries out. “The beginning. I had my period while you were in Tokyo.”

“What was the last day you bled?” I demand as I ease free from her, then drive in again as if I have forever.

“Wednesday,” she gasps.

It takes serious concentration when fucking my wife feels this good, but I persevere. “You’ll be fertile around New Year’s Eve. I’ll get you pregnant then. Tonight is for us.”

I halt any conversation or protest by settling my lips over hers, gripping her hands, and banging my way into her body. The mattress shudders. Her thighs clutch me. Her pussy tightens. She’s close, and I love how she responds.

But I’m not ready to let her come. I want this to be a night she can’t forget.

Gritting my teeth, I withdraw from her silken cunt and flip her onto her hands and knees, then shuttle into her from behind. She whimpers as I fill her. Her little sounds drive me insane, but watching myself fuck her in the mirror above the dresser across the room adds another level of pleasure to this consummation.

“Look at us.” I dig my fingers into her demure bridal updo and tug.

Curls cascade free as she focuses on us with glassy eyes, her rosy lips parted as if they’re just waiting to be fucked. Impossibly, I get harder inside her. Why does this woman turn me inside out every time I touch her?

“Ahhh…”

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