Page 73 of Stealing Home

Her head falls into the crook of my neck, and she groans. “Oh my god, they must hate me.”

I brush my hand through her hair. “I won’t lie to you and tell you they’re thrilled. My mom promised to keep an open mind. Can you?”

She lifts her head and looks at me. She still hasn’t tried to get off my lap, so I’m taking that as a good sign. “I want a family, sooner rather than later. I liked growing up having young parents. My friends’ dads didn’t play with us like mine did. I want that with my kids.”

“I won’t be a young mom,” she says softly.

“Wren is having another baby and she’s a year older than you,” I point out.

“And you’d be ready for all of that now? I don’t want you to rush through things because of me.”

Rocking her against me again, I ask her, “Do you feel that? The idea of getting you pregnant makes me hard. I want you to give yourself to me. Let me fill you with cum over and over until my baby starts growing in your belly. I want to watch you get round with my child, and know that I put it there. Every man will know you belong to me.”

It’s only been a week, but still far too long to be without her, and I can’t stop myself. One of my hands comes between us and I work the seam of her jeans against her clit. Her breathing picks up, and I continue to tell her what I want for us.

“I’m going to watch you feed our child, and then I’m going to spoil you both. I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl. Then as soon as you’re ready I’m going to do it all over again.”

“How many kids do you want?” she asks, a little dazed.

She sees it too, I know she does. “How many are you willing to give me?”

“Kids are expensive, Scott.”

“Yeah, about that. I have one more bomb to drop on you.”

Harlow’s eyes narrow. “I’m not sure I can take any more surprises.”

“Just this last one,” I promise her. “I’m rich, Low. My father inherited millions and has grown that to much more. He’s already set up trust funds for my sister and I. We can have a dozen kids and take care of all of them.”

Her eyes widen with fear. “I’m not having twelve kids.”

I close my eyes. I know she can feel how hard I am.

“You really do get off on the idea of getting me pregnant, don’t you?”

“So much more than that, but yes. I want to fill you over and over again. Watch my seed leaking out of your pussy and shove it back in where it belongs. I want to slide inside of you while you’re sleeping and have you wake up coming on my cock. Mostly, I want to tie your ass up and fuck you until you know beyond a shadow of a doubt you are mine.”

Harlow shivers. “I’m not sure what to say.”

“Don’t say anything unless you’re agreeing to be mine.”

“I’m not having twelve kids,” she protests.

I smirk. “Let’s start with two.”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth before letting it pop free. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to what you had to say and that I doubted you.”

“You’re going to make it up to me. It’s time you accept that I want you, and I always will. You’ve tried to keep some space between us, but that ends now. I’m not letting you slip away from me again. Do you understand?”

Harlow nods.

“I can’t hear you, Low.”

“Yes,” she says.

“Stand,” I order her.

“Your hip,” she protests.

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