Page 88 of Sweetest Sin
Recently, she started calling me Dom. I’ve never been given a nickname, never allowed anyone in enough for them to give me one—aside from Matteo, who has called me bro our entire lives, despite me telling him not to because it sounds unprofessional. I didn’t think I’d like her calling me anything other than my name, but I do. I like that she feels comfortable enough to give me a nickname.
I sit back on my knees and, gripping her hips, increase my pace, fucking her hard and fast. Her cunt clenches around me, choking my cock like a vise. Then, she climaxes again, her eyes rolling upward while she screams my name, unable to hold back. I allow myself to let go, coming deep inside her, coating her walls with my seed.
When our breathing has somewhat slowed, she sits up on her elbows and looks at me. “I need to find a clinic. You’re on a damn mission to get me pregnant.”
I chuckle and pull out, watching as my cum dribbles out of her pretty pink pussy. “Yeah, I am,” I admit, using two fingers to push my cum back inside her. “But you don’t need to go to a clinic.” I glance back up at her, tuck myself back into my pants,and then step in between her thighs, helping her sit all the way up. “I added you and Damien to my insurance. You have full coverage, so you can go to a proper doctor.”
She releases a soft gasp, and I give her a quizzical look, unsure of what caused her reaction.
“We’ve never had insurance before,” she says softly. “The companies I worked for never offered it, or it was too expensive, but I made too much to qualify for any assistance.”
“I told you that I would make sure you both have everything you want and need, and I meant it.”
“Including birth control?” She quirks a brow.
“Including birth control.”
“What’s the catch?” she asks.
“No catch. I would never tell you what to do with your body, but my hope is that I’ll knock you up before you get on birth control. The thought of you swollen with my baby growing inside of you has me wanting to live inside your sweet pussy until I knock you up.”
I cup her mound, and she laughs, shaking her head.
“You’re such a caveman.”
“Nah”—I palm the side of her face—“just a man who has finally found the woman he wants to spend his life with and doesn’t want to waste any more time.”
Her eyes sparkle, and I know whatever is about to come out of her mouth will be something sarcastic.
“Well, I already had one baby out of wedlock, and I’m not planning to do it again,” she sasses.
“That’s an easy fix,” I tell her. “We can get married today.”
She chokes out a laugh. “If you think I’m marrying a man I haven’t even gone on a date with, you’re out of your mind.”
“A date?”
“Yeah, you know, when a man takes a woman out, usually to dinner or a movie. I know you’re not very experienced in thiswhole relationship thing, but generally, before a man knocks up a woman, he courts her. They date, get engaged, and then married, and then the babies come.”
“Well, we already have Damien.” I shrug. “So, I don’t see why we can’t just skip to the marriage part.”
I smirk, and I expect her to laugh, but instead, her smile disappears, and something about it rubs me the wrong way.
“Hey,” I say, tilting her chin up so she’s forced to look at me. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head and pushes me back so she can slide off the desk. “You’re right. Who needs to date when we already have a baby? At the rate you’re going, I’m sure we’ll have another baby soon enough.”
She gathers her yoga pants and underwear and puts them on. “Sorry for interrupting your meeting. I actually didn’t come in here for sex.”
“You can interrupt me anytime you want.” I give her a soft kiss on her lips, and she sighs into me. “What did you need?”
“I was going to see if you wanted to have lunch,” she says with a smile that feels almost forced.
“I’d love to, but I really need to get back to my meeting.”
“No worries,” she says, walking out and leaving me with this weird feeling.
I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t sit right with me.
