Page 99 of Walking Red Flag

God, just the tabooness of it all…

“Please, Cutter,” I begged. “Please. Just a little bit more.”

He gave me more, this time going about halfway.

He gave me little pumps of his hips, forward and backward, just enough to make me want even more.

“Cutter,” I breathed. “Just…just give me all of it just once. Just once.”

He sank inside and froze, so deep I could barely breathe.

“You know, there’s another hole that I could be inside that wouldn’t have the risk of a baby,” he drawled. “I could come inside of you and not feel a single ounce of guilt that I’m tying you to me forever.”

I shook my head. “You and me are already going to be tied together forever. A baby isn’t going to be the first tie, and it won’t be the last.”

His cock jerked inside of me, and I mewled.

“Cutter,” I pushed back onto him, fucking him what little I could due to the way he was holding my hips. “I’m just gonna…”

I pulsed my muscles around him, my eyes closing as the need started to ratchet up, higher and higher.

At last, his control snapped, and he started fucking me for real, no more games.

Or, more accurately, too far gone to really care about how it was too soon, and we were freakin’ nuts.

He fucked me with a blind abandon that showed his lack of control.

I reveled in it, my eyes closing and my face going to the plastic beneath me as I braced my arms in front of me and took the pounding he wanted to give me.

He fucked me hard, fast, and raw.

My orgasm snuck up on the both of us.

With no preparation, it blindsided me and pulled me under so hard and fast that I didn’t control the scream that left my throat when it came.

He growled, his hands on my hips tightening, and rode the wave along with me until at last he allowed himself to fall.

He grunted as his release hit him. Hot jets of seed spewed from his cock and bathed my insides, filling me so full that it spilled out, bathing my inner thighs.

Our breathing was the only thing filling the quiet room as he finally let my hips free of his death grip.

“I really will get you pregnant one of these days,” he growled. “Game or not, if you’re not by now, you will be soon.”

A statement.

A fact.

“Would that be a totally bad thing?” I asked. “I thought the idea really turned you on?”

He hummed, his mouth going to my right shoulder blade as he skimmed his lips against the soft skin there. “No. We might be fuckin’ new. We might be fuckin’ temporary. But it feels very fuckin’ right. It does turn me on. It does make me want to scream from the rooftops that you are mine, branding you with come in a way that’ll make any man stay away.”

Temporary.

I didn’t like that word a single bit.

But he was right.

This was supposed to be temporary.

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