Page 50 of Killer's Obsession
“The winner gets to be on top,” she reminds me, her hands moving to my belt.
I help her undress me, then watch as she shimmies out of her jeans and panties. Completely naked, she pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips, her wet heat sliding against my length.
“Fuck, Pet,” I groan, my hands gripping her thighs.
She smiles down at me, and my breath stalls in my lungs. Fuck. Me. She’s my fantasy come to life. A goddess I don’t deserve.
“We’re about to,” she says with promise in her eyes as she lifts her ass, then slowly sinks onto my cock.
We both moan as she takes me in completely. She braces her hands on my chest and begins to move, setting a rhythm that has my eyes rolling back in my head.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, my hands moving to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. “Ride my cock.”
And ride me she does. Rocking and rolling her hips like a goddamn rodeo queen. Fuck. She picks up the pace, chasing her release. Her pussy starts to flutter, and I know she’s close.
Slipping one hand between us, I find her clit and circle it with my thumb. “Come for me, Pet.”
With a cry, she goes sailing over the edge, her pussy clenching around me as she comes all over my cock. The sight of her head thrown back, eyes closed, and her mouth open is my goddamn undoing. Grabbing hold of her hips, I lift her up and down, then finally impale her on my cock, shooting my load deep inside her.
This is the second time I fucked her without a rubber. The thought of getting her pregnant should scare the fuck out of me, but it doesn’t. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for a week now. The image of her belly, round with my baby, flashes in my mind.
“You want kids?” I ask, still laboring to catch my breath.
Still breathing hard, she collapses on my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as our heartbeats slowly return to normal.
“Yes,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my chest. “Some day. Why?”
“Just came inside you, Pet,” I admit, running my hand down her spine. “This ain’t the first time either.”
“I have an implant in my arm.” She lifts her right arm as if to say, ‘It’s in here.’
Her being on birth control shouldn’t bother me, but it does. It’s good she’s protected, and it’s her body, her choice. But fuck. Having kids with her has been at the back of my mind since she gave herself to me a week ago.
Memphis shifts, propping her chin on my chest to look at me.
“We should probably go back downstairs,” she says, though she makes no move to get up.
I shake my head, tightening my hold on her. “Let’s stay here a bit longer.”
She smiles, nestling back against me. “Okay.”
Lying here with her in my arms, I make up my mind that tomorrow, I’ll tell her everything.
About claiming her as my old lady, about her father, about the Russians, about taking that implant out of her arm.
Chapter Twelve
Memphis
“So then Steve tells Nancy that when he pictured his future, with the RV and his wife and kids, she was there,” I say, leaning back against the headboard of our bed. My fingers idly trace the pattern on our new duvet as I recount the episode from Stranger Things to Pinky.
“God, that was so beautiful,” Pinky sighs dramatically through the phone. “Like, how does a teenage boy in the ‘80s even come up with something that romantic? I need that kind of love in my life.”
I laugh, tucking my feet underneath me. “It was pretty sweet. I’m still holding out hope they get back together in the new season.”
“November can’t come fast enough,” Pinky agrees. “What episode are you on now?”
“Just finished season three. Killer and I have been watching an episode every night before we pass out.” I smile at the memory of us curled up in bed with his big ol’ arms around me.
