Page 15 of Gone Away Home

I don’t get far before he’s covering me with his body and pinning me to the cushions underneath us. “Change of plans,” he growls, “I was going to wait until after food and at least one movie before stripping you and filling you with my cum, but now I think I’ll do it first. Then, we’ll lay right here, naked, and eat while watching something before I fill you up again.”

My body shudders when he talks about him filling me with his cum. Realization hits me like a fucking freight train, and I start to wiggle underneath him. I cover my mouth with my hands, terror and embarrassment making me feel like I’m drowning.

“Dustin,” I hiss, “we haven’t been using any protection. I’m not on birth control because,” I scrunch up my nose and admit, “well, I didn’t need it and saw no reason for it if I wasn’t with someone or being sexually active.”

Possessiveness flashes in his mossy eyes, but panic is taking hold, and it feels like I can’t fill my lungs fully. How could I have been so stupid? I’m a grown ass woman, it’s my responsibility to take care of that kind of thing for myself. I wasn’t even thinking.

“You are not stupid,” he growls. I freeze and look up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. “Prevention does not only fall on your shoulders, Zayla,” he barks.

His movements are slow, but I’m hypnotized by his eyes, not even realizing he’s pulling and tugging my clothes off until I’m naked underneath him. When he reaches back in a move that is always hot and pulls his shirt off, I moan when our skin meets.

Then, with one thrust, he’s filling me suddenly. My back arches and I press my tits against his chest, my hard nipples dragging along his heated skin and making me feel like I’m on the edge already.

“If you don’t think I knew what I was doing, Zayla,” there’s a warning in his voice, “then you’re wrong.”

“What?” I whisper-moan, my mind already scrambled and now getting lost in how fucking good it feels to have him inside me.

“I wanted to fill your pretty little pussy with as much of my cum as possible. I’ve been banking on the fact that you’re not on birth control,” he grits out through his teeth.

Before I can even begin to process his confession, he takes my mouth in a kiss which is as delicious as it is devastating. When his hips start to move, the slow drag of him pulling out and then gliding back to fill me completely has me tilting my hips to meet his thrusts.

“Gonna fill you with my cum every day until you’re pregnant with our baby and then I’ll keep filling you up because watching my cum drip from your slick pussy is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” the feral edge to his voice has my pussy clenching around his length, trying to entice him to stay inside me.

The next time he punches his hips forward, I gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders. If I don’t then I’m going to float away into nothingness.

“Yes,” I moan, “please Dustin.”

“You want my cum sweetheart? You want me to put our baby in you?”

I stare up into his eyes, they’re dark with the desire zinging between us and filled with promises of forever. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted to be the father of my babies,” I admit, my voice husky.

Somehow, someway, he fucks me harder and faster. It’s like he’s possessed with the need to get me pregnant and it’s a huge turn on. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been and the sound of him plowing into me is obscene.

“Gonna breed you, Zayla. Fill you with my baby. Make you mine forever and you’ll never be rid of me,” his babbles are promises, groaned out and backed up by the way we move together.

“Oh fuck,” I pant as bliss washes over me and steals my breath.

My eyes roll back in my head as I come and all I can do is hold onto him. He’ll keep me steady and safe, he’ll never let anything hurt me if he can help it.

“Zayla,” he roars, and I feel every jet of his cum deep inside of me.

Warmth spreads through my body. My world, which has felt a little off kilter since I opened the door to find him on the other side, rights itself.

We end up doing exactly what he said we would do. The entire time we eat and watch movies, we lay in each other’s arms naked. Much to my surprise, he spends a lot of time pushing his cum back inside of me.

At least, until I’m unable to take it anymore. I climb astride his hips to impale myself on his length and ride him until I can’t feel my legs.

When I fall asleep in his arms, right in the middle of the giant pile of softness he built for us, it’s with a smile on my face and not a single worry tarnishing what we just shared and the future we will have together.

CHAPTER 7

DUSTIN

I move around Zayla’s kitchen with ease as I cook dinner. It’s been a few days since I set up our indoor date and I’m starting at the range tomorrow. It’ll be a short week since the range is closed on Thanksgiving and through the weekend.

It’s one of the new things Jasper has put into place. Mr. Porter would close on Thanksgiving because he would hear it from Mrs. Porter if he didn’t, but that and Christmas were the only days the range wasn’t open. Now we get the whole weekend and I’m thankful for it.

Any time I get to spend with Zayla is a fucking win in my book.

---