Rage groans. “Oh, I’ve got more. Don’t worry.” He chuckles deep in his chest and kisses me hard, sliding his tongue between my lips. Grabbing my breast, he massages it roughly, pinching my nipple between his knuckles. “You’re gonna take three loads, aren’t you, mama? Three thick, fat loads. I’ve been saving them for you.” He shudders, pulling his dick a few inches out before sliding it back in. He rocks into me with hard, steady thrusts, notching his teeth on my neck and sucking a bruise into my skin. “Gonna mark you up so good, too. The whole world will know you’re mine. Say it. Say that you’re mine.” He punches his hips, making me gasp.
“I-I’m yours.”
I don’t even know if I mean it. Having his baby is one thing, but giving myself completely to this man?
What more could he want from me?
What more is there to give?
It doesn’t matter if I’m sure or not, because Rage comes with his teeth clamped on my neck, groaning as he fills me up a second time. Pain mixes with pleasure and I writhe beneath him, so close to coming that I feel it in every square inch of my body. “Rage,” I whine, digging my nails into his shoulders. “I can’t—I’m gonna—” His fingers find my clit and he presses hard, pushing me over the edge.
I’m expecting him to pull out, but he sits up on his knees and grabs my hips, slamming me onto his length while he thrusts faster, sweat dripping down his forehead. My pussy clenches, and I feel the slick heat of Rage’s cum and my own slipping down my body, coating my thighs and sliding between my cheeks. Rage grinds his teeth and slams me onto his cock, growling like an animal. “Get ready,krosotka, so fucking wet, so fucking good for me, gonna fill you up so good—” Everything blurs together, from Rage’s nonsensical words to the pounding of my heartbeat and the sensation that I’m falling—further and further into this man, seeing the deepest parts of him that he promised were mine.
Everything that I am is yours.
Heat builds in the deepest parts of my body, where Rage and I are joined, where my heart bursts into flames, where my soul resides. Rage is giving me the very essence of his life to create a new one, and I don’t know what to do with that.
How can I take him into my body without at least respecting the man willing to give me the one thing I’ve wanted most in my entire life?
He comes a third time as promised, flooding me with his seed, and collapses on top of me. The weight of him drowns out the frantic beat of my heart with his own. He keeps his cock nestled inside of me, but I can feel his cum leaking out as he finally softens. With a groan, he slants his lips over mine and kisses me. It’s sloppy and wet, but no less enthusiastic as he sucks my bottom lip between his. “Lie still,” he instructs. “I’ll make sure it takes.”
Before I can question what that means, he’s pulling out and leaning back to grab my knees. Lifting them high into the air, he bends me in half so that my pussy is lifted toward the sky.
“Hey!” I smack my hands against his thick thighs. “It doesn’t need to be that high! A pillow works!”
Rage grins at me, then looks fondly at my leaking pussy. “I like the view from here.” He spreads my thighs, and I can feel my lips separating, the thick cream sticking to my swollen skin. Gently, he gathers the cum spilling down my thighs and pushes it back inside, slicking his finger and groaning. “So full of my cream. Gonna knock you up,krosotka.Then everyone will know who you belong to.” He plays with my soaking wet pussy, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Here, taste how good we are together.”
He holds his glistening finger up to my lips, nudging them with the tip. “Open up, mama.”
I part my lips and he slides his finger inside up to the first knuckle.
“Lick it clean.”
I swirl my tongue around his finger, tasting our desire. Then I moan as the taste spills into my mouth, my pussy throbbing, pulse soaring. I whimper, and Rage lowers my thighs down to the mattress.
Replacing his finger with his lips, he kisses me like it’s our first time, taking it slow, savoring the moment. Relief washes over me as I realize that this could be the beginning of a new chapter—something beautiful and bright, precious and perfect.
“I’m all yours,” Rage promises, wrapping his fist in my hair, “you’re all mine,” he presses the flat of his palm over my stomach, pressing firmly, “andthisis all ours.”
In that moment, I believe that even if Rage isn’t perfect, he’s at least right.
Whatever bonds we’ve made today don’t only belong to me or to him—they’re ours.
Andthatmight be what makes them perfect after all.
Chapter 18
Celia
The safe housedoeshave a shower, but Rage denies both of us the pleasure.
“We arenotgoing shopping like this!” I gape at him while he redresses, moving swiftly through the motions like we’re on a deadline. “You have got to be kidding me!”
He grabs my arm and pulls me into his chest, kissing the next protest from my lips. “We’re not going shopping. I have business to attend to. It can’t wait, and I’m not leaving you here without me.”
I’m wearing panties, but a thin strip of cotton is no match for the flood between my thighs. “I can’t go out there like this! I’m in askirt, Rage! People will be able to—” my face flushes—“smell me!” I tug my skirt lower, but it’s no use. It’s aminiskirt, so named because of how little coverage it provides. “I wasn’t planning on having sex when I put this on!”
“You shouldalwaysplan for sex with that on.” Rage’s smile turns wolfish. “In fact, we’ll keep it on next time.”