Page 34 of The Virgin's Baby
I would be her first. I would give her every first she could think of. Even her first-born child.
I thrust my cock into her, making her scream as her nails dug into my back. Her cunt crushed my dick, making it ache in the best imaginable way. Pressing my mouth on hers, I forced my tongue through her lips, kissing her deep and hard as I began moving.
As her insides slicked with our combined juices, her cries became moans of pleasure. Releasing her lips, I looked at her gorgeous face and knew I would never look at her the same way again. “You’re mine, Aspen Dell. You are mine and only mine.”
A smile moved over her kiss-swollen lips. “You want me, Ransom?”
“I want all of you. Every last part of you.” I kissed her again as I moved faster and fucked her harder.
I’d never wanted to own a person the way I wanted to possess her. I wanted to own it all, her heart, her mind, her soul. She was mine then. No one would ever be able to take her away from me.
A gilded cage began to ascend from the ceiling in my bedroom. The cage I would keep her in. The cage that would keep her only for me.
Her eyes became large as she looked up at the huge cage. “Ransom, what’s that?”
“That’s where you’ll stay now. You’re mine.” I plunged into her harder.
Her thighs squeezed my body as she cried out, “Ransom!” Then her body shook as she came for the very first time all over my hard cock.
She loved the idea of being mine, loved the idea of being caged by me. Her body convulsed, and it took mine with it to a place I’d never been before.
I nearly shouted as I came. I had to open my eyes to try to come out of the fantasy I’d fallen into so deeply; it felt so real. I spilled myself into the cup that overflowed with my seed.
My hands shook. My knees felt weak. I had to lean my forehead against the wall. “What the hell was that shit about?”
I screwed the cap onto the cup then took it to the sink to rinse the cum away that had dripped down the sides. Placing it on the edge of the sink, I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror.
My eyes were bright. My face a little red with adrenaline. “You’re going to have to watch yourself, Ransom Whitaker. She’s not your typical girl.”
Aspen had changed in my mind. I’d thought of her as an intellectual woman. A woman who might not have been promiscuous, but I had never thought she was a virgin.
Why would a virgin agree to do this with me?
Why would a twenty-three-year-old virgin want to have a baby with a stranger?
Why would such a gorgeous woman still be a virgin?
Was something wrong with her that I hadn’t noticed?
I had to admit that I didn’t know the girl well at all. I had to change that. We would be sharing a kid. I needed to know everything there was to know about her.
It hit me then. It hit me so hard that I fell back against the wall.
I’ve been an immature, selfish, prick!
All I had thought about was me. This whole time, all I kept in the front of my mind was me and only me.
My grandfather was dying, and I thought about me being all alone.
Aspen was a virgin who had agreed to have my baby, and all I thought about was me.
What must’ve been going through her mind to give so much of herself to a man she didn’t know at all? What kind of life did she have to make her do such a thing?
I had to find out. I had to do the right thing. I had to stop putting myself first and put these others before me, people like my grandfather and the selfless virginal woman who was ready to give up everything for me.
I didn’t deserve her. I knew that before, but now it was undeniable.
Aspen Dell was some kind of a saint. And I was an immoral sinner who didn’t deserve her or my grandfather.
