Page 97 of The Chief
“There she is,” he murmured, eyes dark as his gaze flickered to my pussy. His mouth and face were smeared in my wetness.Liquid arousal dripped from my core, and I knew he’d been playing with me while I slept.
“I want you awake when I push you over the edge,” he said, sliding his tongue through my slit and sucking on my clit. I let out a whimper, my body already familiar with the sensation of his mouth on me, while my brain played catch up.
“Keir.” I let out a gasp when he hooked two fingers inside me and scissored them, stretching me out so he could push inside me with one thrust. While he worked to get my body ready for him, he nibbled on my clit, sucking on it and using the tip of his tongue to flick rapidly against the bundle of nerves. My hips bucked off the bed, but even one-handed and hurt, he managed to keep my body pinned to the mattress.
“Please,” I whimpered.
He made one long pass through my pussy, humming his appreciation. “Please what, baby?”
“Please fuck me.”
Lowering his head, he huffed a laugh against my aching center, then sliced his tongue through once more. “Beg me for it?”
I let out a frustrated groan. “Please,pleaselet me have your cock, Keir.”
When he looked at me again, a shit-eating grin tilted up the corners of his mouth. “Since you asked so nicely.” He moved onto his knees, lining himself up with my soaked pussy. He was teasing me by taking this long, but I knew it would be worth the wait. My body was primed, my pussy aching for him to slide inside and fuck me into oblivion.
Holding my thighs, he exposed me to his view, which he drank in with unabashed delight. The head of his cock was notched at my entrance, his attention fixed on where we were joined. He pushed in a little before dragging himself back out again.
“You should see how well your pussy swallows my cock.”
A little frustrated, and a lot turned on, I lifted onto my elbows to look down at our joined bodies. His thick cock was nestled between my lips, the crown disappearing inside me. It seemed to pulse as we both watched, and I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted any other man. Since he seemed to enjoy denying not just me, but himself, I decided it was time to take things into my own hands. Breaking free of his grip, I shoved myself downward, impaling myself on his cock with an erotic moan.
Keir groaned, and his grip tightened on my hips despite the pain he must be feeling in his hands. “Fuck, you take my cock so well, don’t you.”
“Yesss.” My hiss swallowed my word, drawing it out like Keir was with both my pleasure and pain.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, Jynx,” he commanded. “Take what you need from me.”
Shifting back, I then thrust down, pushing him deeper inside me. Each drag and thrust sent electricity sparking through me, across my skin and in my blood. Keir never lifted his eyes from where my pussy sucked him inside me, his rapt attention making a sense a power ride over me. I was in control here. I was using his cock to get myself off, and I never wanted this feeling to end.
“I want to fill this cunt with my cum. Fill it until it overflows, and I put a baby in you.” Keir’s words were barely a whisper, said not to me but more to himself. “We can right the wrongs of our childhood. Of our past.”
Tears sprang from the corners of my eyes as I found my orgasm. It had crept up on me slowly, like a wave that knocked someone over when they least expected it. The pleasure that followed was leisurely too, building at a glacial pace until it finally shattered over me and sucked me under.
Keir let out a muttered, “Fuck”, then he was thrusting into me, taking over the languid pace I’d set, shoving himself deep.He filled me with his cum, his cock pulsing, and a small kernel of hope bloomed that what he’d said may someday come true.
Maybe we could provide the perfect childhood to a baby …
Our baby.
One day.
Epilogue
Molly
Twelve Months Later…
“Well, there’s no mistaking it,” Mila said. “They are two pink lines, which means?—”
I cut off the woman who I’d grown close to in the last year with a raised hand. “Don’t say it. You don’t have to say it.”
“Oh, but Iwantto say it.” She grinned. “You let Keir knock you up.”
I let her words sink in. Let the result of the little plastic test sink in. I was pregnant with Keir’s baby. He’d made good on his promise to put a baby in me, and I honestly couldn’t have been happier. I was one week away from graduating from nursing school, and about eight months away from giving birth, if I’d calculated things correctly.
Mila suddenly gasped. “What’s Keir going to say?”
