Page 68 of Pinkie Promise

“I don’t wanna go slow,” I pant quietly. “I want you in my bed, right now. But I want our first time to be real special, and I don’t wanna ruin it by needing to spurt my load after the first three thrusts.”

Fallon whimpers and drops limply against my pecs.

“Jesus,” I mutter, swiping my wrist over my forehead. “If I find out that you like it when I say stuff like that, I’m fucking done for.”

She releases a tiny pained laugh against my throat. I stroke my palm over her jaw and she leans into the warmth of my touch.

“I also, uh… I want you to be mine before we do it. I don’t want this ‘no labels’ shit. I wanna put labels all over you.”

She peeks up at me with the cutest smile that I’ve ever seen.

“What kind of labels?” she asks.

“Girlfriend, fiancée, wife – you know the sort.”

She laughs in delight and I flip her down onto the cushion beside us, pinning her on her back as I push my groin against her lap.

I jerk my chin at her as she struggles playfully. “You gonna be my chick or what?”

She throws her head back and laughs uncontrollably, her eyes squeezed shut, and her cheer jumper rides up right beneath the cups of her bra. I get one look at her smooth belly, her tiny waist, and I sit up between her thighs, pressing my palms into her naval.

“You want kids?” I ask her, and something excited flashes through her eyes. She bites into her smile as she looks up at me towering over her.

“I’ve never thought about it before,” she admits in a happy breathless whisper.

I rub my thumbs into her harder. “I think about it all the time.”

I smirk when I see her pulse fluttering like crazy in her neck and, unable to stop myself, I lean down to kiss it.

She wraps her arms around the breadth of my shoulders and whispers, “How many babies do you want?”

A silent laugh rumbles through my chest as I start slowly kissing my way across her collarbone. “You don’t wanna know.”

She shivers hard and this time I laugh out loud.

“I’m one of six, Fallon,” I remind her quietly, leaning up on one of my forearms so that I can look at her pretty face. She looks like she’s on the brink of passing out. “I’ve grown up with baby after baby after baby. I’m real good with kids.”

She swallows and asks, “So you want… six kids?”

I grin down at her. “Why limit ourselves?”

Her eyes widen and I press my face against her neck, laughing quietly.

“I’m only kidding, baby,” I murmur, even though I literally want as many babies as she’ll let me pump inside of her. I kiss at her cheeks and then, when I reach her mouth, she leans slightly up for me, wanting it as much as I do.

I kiss her gentle and chaste until she starts rubbing her lap against mine, making my swollen cock even harder than before.I slide my tongue slowly into her mouth, groaning when her fingers slip their way up my shirt. I pull back, gratified as fuck to hear her panting, and then I rip my shirt clean off over my head. I stuff it down the back of the couch before pressing my full bodyweight on top of her.

“I can’t have you on the road when the weather’s like this,” I tell her as she grips at my pecs, her cheeks all pink.

“I already said I don’t mind staying on the couch,” she whispers, pulling me back down so that I can fill her up with my tongue again.

“Not happening,” I murmur back to her. “You know you’re taking my bed.”

She clutches me tighter and her jumper slides up over her tits again. Without looking, I yank the hem back into place, my neck burning red.

“Your bed is big enough for the both of us,” she points out, before whispering tauntingly, “and I am very small.”

I tuck my tongue in the side of my cheek, knowing damn well what she’s doing.

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