Page 101 of Yours Truly

Bearing his weight on one elbow, he reaches between us, notching his cock. Our eyes meet. “My girl,” he breathes before he thrusts his hips, sending his cock to the hilt in one push. I gasp, clenching around the most perfect intrusion, willing my body to normalize to his size.

“You’re crazy for me,” he moans, the smooth roll of his body into mine making my toes curl. “You’re wild for me, aren’t you, Firecracker?”

Beneath him, I nod, studying the intensity in his eyes, taking note of the softness in his words. This sex we’re having is different. We were both cheated on but Trace was hurt in ways I can’t imagine. In and out, he fucks me as he stares into my eyes, his hand still between us, now stroking my clit.

My legs fall farther apart, my body wanting more of him as I claw at his back and writhe in the sheets. “Yes,” I moan, the word stretched with desire as I hook my ankles around him, using my heels to drive him deeper.

“Yes, what?” he says, the flex of his shoulder between us as he fingers my clit setting off sparks of desire in my brain, making dirty talk even harder to focus on.

“Y-yes, I’m crazy for you, Trace,” I whisper, trying hard not to lose control as he slams into me again, this time stealing away his hand. Caging me against the mattress, his hands tangle in my hair as he finds my mouth with his.

His kiss is soft, our mouths dancing together in tandem, his tongue discovering my mouth, then mine his. Inside me, he throbs, holding himself still. Each twist of my tongue along his has his cock pulsing inside me, the warmth of his balls on my ass driving me wild.

“And you—” I breathe, ready to spiral out of control but waiting as long as I can, so I can spiral with him.

“I’m fucking crazy for you too, baby,” he says, sealing the promise with a kiss, flooding my mouth with moans. “I’d do anything for you, Ivy,” he says, his tone rocky, his eyes set on mine. Holding my head to the pillow with his large hands, he slows his pace, fucking me in a teasing, destructive speed that has me completely unraveled in just a few minutes.

“I wanna come deep inside you, and pretend, okay? You wanna pretend with me?”

I nod, knowing I’ll go to whatever fantasy he’s at, just to be with him.

Another thrust and my legs grow weak, falling from his back to the mattress. My thighs tremble and between my legs, a deep ache throbs.

“Pretend you aren’t on any pill,” he whispers, riding me slowly now, so slow that the bed no longer squeaks and the headboard doesn’t hit the wall. “Pretend when I make you come, and I come, too, that your hungry little pussy is taking in every drop I have to give, turning you into a mama, my little mama with my baby in her belly.”

My eyes flutter closed at the insinuation. Trace fantasizing about our future is absolutely the hottest thing ever, because I want that too. I want a baby with Trace—no, I want a full life with Trace.

Pictures with Santa and staying up late to write the tooth fairy a letter, sporting events on Saturday mornings and birthday parties with too much pizza. Tears over homework and excitement over first dates. I want to be a parent with him, to experience all the little beautiful moments I had as a child with the man I love, helping our child.

But we’re not ready. And as romantic as making a baby together is, I can appreciate that it’s better for everyone if we’re ready.

Still, it’s just a fantasy, so I lose myself in it with my man.

“Yes,” I breathe, “please, leave me full, breed my pussy,” I mewl. “I need your cum!”

He drops his mouth to my breast, sucking a puckered nipple inside. “That feels so good,” I breathe, completely lost in the dream of my belly being round, an adorable blonde toddler asleep in the next room over. It’s hot, and god does it get me going. I wonder if he’s fantasizing about something similar, because his mouth slides to my other breast, sucking me in, as his hips rove faster.

“My hot, wild, perfect little Firecracker,” he groans, making his way back to my mouth. He reaches for my hand, and brings it between us, eyeing the bandages as his cock swells inside me, making me burn.

“Trace, I’m gonna come,” I warn, the sight of him kissing my bandaged palm sending me into a heated, orgasmic tailspin. “I’m—I’m gonna come,” I grit out, bearing down on his dick as my orgasm crashes into me, hard and fast.

“Come on my cock,” he commands before crushing his lips to mine. Our tongues twist as I come, clenching around him in violent waves, my tailbone vibrating.

He groans each time I clench, milking him for more length, more movement, for cum, for all of it. And a moment later, he’s cursing in my ear, telling me he’s coming, too.

There’s an eruption of heat between my legs, deep inside my pussy. “Ivy,” he groans, opening his eyes to find mine. He pulses, a wave of heat spreading through me, and I clench, hungry for that heat, aching to devour his cum. Trace’s face goes slack, the creases falling away as he collapses on top of me, moaning.

A moment later, he pulls out and jumps to his feet, collecting a damp and a dry towel from the bathroom. Swiping through my folds, he begins cleaning me, all while staying naked.

“Wow,” I say, chasing my breath. “I think you just made loooove to me.” His eyes lift to mine and he shakes his head, chuckling.

“Well, shit, Firecracker, don’t call me out like that.”

I sit up as he wipes at my sensitive pussy, swollen and aching from his use. “If you’re gonna make me admit how crazy I am for you, then I’m gonna make you admit you made love to me.”

He tosses the towel onto the floor and grabs my face by the chin, his trademark style. “I made love to you because I love you, now I’m gonna feed you.”

Bringing our faces together, he kisses me then helps me out of bed, redressing me in one of his t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. “You’re either naked or you’re in my clothes after we fuck, we clear?”

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