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“More,” I gasp, not able to finish speaking as he curls his fingers, dragging them over my G-spot. “More than ready,” I choke out, and he kisses me over my pulse point.

“So beautiful.” His face has a soft glow from the candlelight, highlighting his features and his beautiful eyes which I could stare at forever.

“Double sure?”

I nod. “I want his.”

“Do you want me to wear a condom?” he asks me, and I shrug.

“I’m clean, there has been no one…” I trail off because he is going to understand what I’m meaning.

“I’m clean. And there has been no one else since the moment I met you,” he tells me, and it makes me happy that all of these years we have waited for this very moment.

“I’m not on birth control,” I inform him, though I was on it for a while, but it made me seriously sick and messed with the medicine I took for my PTSD.

“So, the question is, you want to make a baby with me or not?” he asks me, and I almost stop breathing at the question.

Do I want to be a mom? This soon? This early in the relationship with him? All I can picture is Ronny holding a beautiful little baby with his eyes, and my heart could burst at the thought.

“What do you want? It’s always about me, Ronny,” I ask him. He always makes sure that everything is what I want, it’s never truly about him, and I want his opinion on this.

“The thought of you carrying our baby is more than I can ever hope for. I’d love to be a dad, but it’s your body and it’s your choice because you will be the one carrying it.”

I think for a moment. “Fuck the condom. If it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be,” I tell him, and he grins like he just won the lottery.

His hand slips between my legs again. I freeze, waiting to see if he is going to slip inside of me, and I tense up slightly.

His thumb strokes my clit, and my eyes roll back at the same time as he presses oh-so gently inside of me, rubbing me the whole time, and all I can feel is pleasure.

Once he is seated fully inside of me, his arms are shaky from trying to hold himself back, and I lift my legs higher so they’re pressed against his hips. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans in my ear, and it turns me on that I’m giving him such pleasure.

He strokes my clit faster while doing small little thrusts so my body can adjust to him, and before I can think, an orgasm hits me hard out of nowhere. I scream—loudly.

He takes his hand from between my legs and moves faster, harder, but still being careful to not hurt me.

I’m pulsating around him while I’m still coming, and his hands grab mine, lifting them above my head with our fingers intertwined again.

I tilt my hips so I can take him impossibly deeper. “Oh God,” I moan, gripping his hands like they’re my lifeline.

His lips sweep mine up in a deep, passionate kiss that matches his thrusts, and I know he is holding back so he doesn’t hurt me.

I’m blinded by the pleasure he is giving me. Ronny is huge and I’m straining to take all of him, but he is filling an ache that I desperately needed to be filled.

“Fuck.” He groans when I tighten around him just before I orgasm once more. I’m so sensitive that I try to pull myself off him because it’s too much, but he doesn’t allow me to move, so I ride it out as my eyes roll back again, barely breathing. He comes with me and fills me, burying to the hilt like he is making sure he doesn’t waste a single drop.

The only sound in the room is the soft background music that he had playing and our heavy breathing.

I pull my hands free to wrap my arms around his neck, resting my head in the crook of his shoulder, and the emotions hit me hard.

I try with all of my might to stop the tears from rolling down my face. It’s not that I’m scared or upset.

No, this is a huge moment for me because at one point, I thought I was too broken to even be with someone. I never expected it would be with someone I love wholeheartedly.

His breathing settles, and he lifts his head to look at me, cupping my cheek sweetly. “You okay, angel?” he asks me.

“I’m okay, that was amazing.” And it was. Ronny made this special for me, and he blew my expectations out of the water. How many times have I orgasmed today?

He grins. “Good, I hope that knocked you up,” he says cockily, and I bust out laughing at that.

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