Page 20 of Claimed By my Best Friend

“I’m not joking, Paula. I want to build a home with you. Watch you walk down the aisle to me dressed in white, or we could elope if that’s what you want. I’ll take you to some nice tropical place for our honeymoon, and I want to see you swollen with our child. As many as you want. I’ll give you enough to fill an entire class if that’s what you desire.”

A beat passes before she speaks. “I want that too,” she whispers, leaning in to kiss me once more. “And I want you now.” Her mouth moves to my stubbled jaw and throat, slowly dragging her tongue over my bobbing Adam’s apple. “I’ve missed you. Missed us.”

I don’t care to remind her that it’s only been a few hours when I feel the exact same way. I push up from my crouch and take a seat on the spot next to her before plucking her up and seating her on my lap. She straddles me, her dress riding up to her waist when she does and gasping when she feels the hard press of my erection pushing against the juncture of her thighs. “I’m so fucking hard for you, Paula. Do you feel how much I want you? Need to be inside that pussy.”

She moans, rolling her hips over my lap and riding my cock through her panties. “Want you inside of me too.” I tug at her cardigan, which she quickly strips off, leaving only her dress. I pull down the top to reveal her naked breasts. With a barely contained growl, I lean down and close my mouth around her nipple, pulling deeply. Her back arches with a sob. “Oh God, Darrell. Oh!”

“So fucking hot,” I rasp, dragging my mouth across her chest to the other nipple, lapping at the bud as it beads against my tongue. “I could spend a week worshipping your gorgeous tits, angel.” I plan to spend an eternity doing just that. Paula rocks her hips forward, her movements needy and desperate as she rubs her covered folds over my erection. My hands find herbottom and knead it, urging her forward as she humps my sex, her breathing growing heavier by the second.

“Darrell, I need more,” she whines, dragging her nails desperately down my shoulders as she writhes over me. “Please.”

I am a helpless man, eager as she feels to be inside of her. I slide my hands up her thighs and grab the waistband of her flimsy panties before tearing them off with a swift move. She whines with need, her hands dropping to my zipper and tugging it down in a hurry. It all happens in a rush, and in seconds, I am sheathing my cock in her tight heat.

Her back arches and head falls back with a loud moan when I slam all my thick inches into her sodden sex. Her hands are back on my shoulders, and she’s rocking forward, riding my cock like it’s the one thing keeping her alive.

“Yes, baby, ride that dick,” I growl, repositioning my hands on her ass cheeks. She rolls her hips, moaning as she slides my cock in and out of her wet heat. I sense her frustration from the position, so I stand and walk her to the wall, pressing her against it. Whatever control I was grasping onto snaps as I start to hammer into her in rough strokes.

“Oh, oh God!” she sobs, her back arching as I fuck her hard and rough, slamming my cock raw into her tight little channel. Fuck, she could get pregnant from this. Using protection never occurred to me, and now the thought of Paula swollen with my child sees a whole new side of me taking over.

“Mine!” I say harshly as I thrust my cock into her faster and harder. “You belong to me, Paula. I will not let anyone get in the way of this again. Not even myself!”

“Yes, yours!” she cries out, wrapping her legs tighter around my hips as I hammer into her. Her hands cling onto my shoulders, her body trembling from our lovemaking. “Only you.”

I bury my face in her neck, pounding into her desperately and drinking in her pleasured sobs. “I love you, Paula.” My hips slap into hers as I tunnel my cock into her until I feel her breathing change and her thighs begin to tremble. I’m close too. My muscles stiffen and pressure builds at the base of my spine. “God, I love you. I can’t wait to make you my wife. To beat this pussy all day with my cock and flood it with my seed. You want that too, don’t you, angel?”

“More than anything in the world,” she sobs, jerking hard against me when I lower my hand between us and strum her clit. She orgasms with a scream that I stop by slamming my mouth down on hers. My muscles lock seconds before a violent shudder rocks through me, my stomach muscles spasming as I climax, flooding her womb with my seed. Her hands tighten around my shoulders as I fuck her through the orgasm, drilling hard into her, our breaths mingling hotly with each other until she’s milked me of everything.

She’s everywhere. I feel her sweet scent clinging to my skin, the traces of her touch on my body, and the beating of her heart in tune with mine.

I kiss her slowly but passionately, silently vowing to protect this girl with my life if that is what it takes to keep her safe. “I love you,” I tell her into the kiss in case she hadn’t heard me earlier. I plan on telling her this every day for the rest of our lives so she never forgets. “I’ll love you to my last breath.”

“Mine too,” she whispers, jolting against me when a bleat tears through the air. Her gaze darts around in panic, her arms tightening around me. “What the heck was that?”

I chuckle, unable to help myself. I let Paula down and am helping her straighten her clothes when another bleat tears through the room. She stiffens against me, searching around for the sound. “It’s a goat,” I finally say, putting her out of her misery.

“That was a goat? I thought they stayed outside. There are goats in here?”

“Among other animals, I’m sure.”

“I…I don’t even know what to say,” she whispers, panicked. “We need to leave. I can’t believe we had sex here. With goats around. Let’s go before Uncle Dane comes looking for us!”

I laugh, picking up her cardigan, but she’s already by the door before I can drape it over her shoulders. I smile, feeling content in the moment. I finally catch up with the worried girl, sliding my hand into hers as we walk away from the barn and into what is going to be the start of our perfect little love story.

Epilogue

Five Months Later

Paula

“So, when are you going to tell him the news?”

I jump at the voice, clutching my heart as I turn around to glare at Eleanor. My heart is racing hard, and I question if she’s trying to give me a heart attack so she can inherit all my cardigan sweaters. That has got to be the reason she keeps sneaking up on me.

“What the hell, Eleanor!”

The woman in question leans against the sink next to me, passing me a paper towel to dry my hands. I snatch it from her fingers, but my glare stays locked on her, which she easily laughs off. “So?”

“So, what, Eleanor?”

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