Page 53 of The First Day of Breeding Season
“Good girl. See how full of seed they are?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Do you think I want that seed on my belly again?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“No. That’s right. You’re such a smart girl. Where do I want it? Why are my balls heavy, Brynn?”
I climb on top of him, thighs shaking, and I line us up. “You want to be inside me.”
His hands clamp on my hips, dragging me down his shaft. Sinking me onto his incredible length, exactly like we did last night, until he’s buried right up to my cervix and my entrance is stretched tight around his root, right above his balls.
“You’re so big,” I breathe.
His gaze blazes with fire, but he doesn’t rush me as I adjust to the stretch, the feel of him in my body for the second time where I’d never had anything before.
“Will it always feel like this?” I ease up onto my knees, lifting halfway off his cock. But that’s not better. It just makes me feel empty inside, like I need to sink back down on him.
Even if he’s too big, even if I feel overstuffed, having Drew inside me feels so profoundly right.
“I fucking hope so.” He cups my breasts. His touch makes them feel heavy and sensitive, and when he rolls his thumbs over my nipples, I cry out loud. “Yeah, baby. Be loud. Let the mountain hear how much you need my dick.”
I ride him until my legs start shaking, and then he pulls he off and rolls me onto my side, entering me from behind as soon as he can hook my top leg over his thigh.
“I can’t get enough of your tits,” he growls in my ear as he fills his palms with them again. “I’m going to make them milky, aren’t I? If I come in you now? Your whole body will bloom for your baby. Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
“Yes…”
“Say it.”
“Make me pregnant,” I pant.
His arms tighten, solid bands of muscle trapping me against him as he thrusts deep into my belly. As he squeezes my tits and stretches my legs wide open.
And then one of his hands slides over my belly to my clit, and that’s it, that’s all the pressure I need on my strung-tight body.
I spiral high into a blazing climax that clamps down hard on Drew’s cock.
He groans into my hair, snapping his hips and following me into that bright, light perfection.
“Take my seed, Brynn,” he growls. “Here it is. Take my baby.”
I tremble through the aftershocks in the tight confines of his arms. He doesn’t pull out, either. We stay entwined until we’re both fully recovered, and then he kisses my bare shoulder. “Waterfall shower before breakfast?”
“Absolutely.” I roll onto my belly, thinking that might feel like the best position to keep the mess between my legs and not on the bed rolls.
I’m going to have to figure out how to clean these myself, because there’s no way I’m returning them to central cowboy storage smelling like sex.
If I come down from this mountain already pregnant, maybe I’ll keep these forever as a good luck charm.
“What are you thinking?” Drew asks lazily.
I look sideways at him and smile. “This is a dream. I’m living in a dream, and I never want to wake up. Because in a dream, it can just be you and me until the end of time.”
“What about a youplusme, growing inside you?”
“The dream just got better.”
