Page 42 of Peach

"Haisley, you're so beautiful. Be mine," he said right before he gasped, then froze, his cock in all the way to the root, his balls up against her body as he seemed to consume her with how deep he was.

“Yes,” she cried out as he shook above her with his beautiful orgasm. Sex had never been like this before. Whatever she’d had with others was no match for how Peach moved.

He pulled out and removed the condom, hopping up and then heading into the bathroom. Dissatisfaction slid through her because she thought he was going to leaveher alone, but he was back in bed, his kisses soft and gentle. He snuggled against her, his soft dick lying against her leg.

She turned to face him, meeting his serious gaze. Words seemed to fail her. This man had changed her, though she hadn't known him for long.

“I was serious. Be mine.”

Haisley felt the tears building, and she wanted to wipe them away and not ruin the moment, but she didn't think he would react badly to her crying. "I want you," she choked out.

“I’m yours.” Peach’s mouth slid over hers in a gentle kiss.

“Are we really doing this?” Haisley asked.

He went up on his elbow and stared down at her. “Do you want to? Do you really want to be in a relationship with me?”

She nodded and sat up. He sat up, matching her posture. "Peach, I've been attracted to you since you showed up, but I'm not worthy."

“Oh, babe, you so are.”

“But I’m?—“

He put his fingers on her lips. "You are you, and I find you very attractive. I like being with you. No, we haven't spent a bunch of time together, but we've spent enough time that I think we're more than compatible."

“I’m not good at this.”

His eyes narrowed. “At what?”

“I’ve never been in a good relationship. You know, one that doesn’t include abuse.”

A look of anger crossed his face before he leaned in and brushed a kiss against her cheek. “I’m not like that. I want love. I know we don’t have that yet, but I’d be lying to say I’m not feeling things for you that are deeper than I’veever felt. It’s like something clicked, and I can’t shake it. Not that I want to now.”

She nodded. “I felt something click but didn’t want to accept it.”

“Why?” Peach asked.

“Because I’m pregnant and a mess. I have issues. I’d be homeless if I wasn’t here with you.”

He cupped her cheeks and held her so she had to look into his eyes. His thumbs slowly grazed her cheeks, and her heart stopped as his soul seemed to look into hers.

“Circumstances don’t make a person, but what you do with it.”

“I’m not sure I did the right thing.”

“I’m sure you’ll make it the right thing with your actions.”

"I've wanted a baby for so long. I feel greedy keeping it because of what happened."

“Again, it’s not what happened, but how you deal with it. You are choosing the hope of the matter over the destruction they wanted to wield.”

“I want this to be good. I want the best for this child.”

“Because you’re a good person.”

Haisley drew in a long breath, worry pelting her. “Are you ready to be a father? Like you’d be daddy from day one.”

Peach nodded. "I worked that out before I asked you to move here with me. I mean, I knew you could walk away and not want me, but I was hopeful this would turn into more."

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