Page 53 of Drift
I paused, breathing her in before my eyes flicked up to her face, then returned to her stomach. The muscles fluttered again under my hot gaze, and something twisted deep inside me. For a second, the world shrank to that spot and thoughts I shouldn’t have had but did anyway. Flashes of a future I’d never thought I’d want—Alanna carrying my child, holding our baby for the first time, and chasing around a cute little toddler that looked just like her beautiful mommy.
My throat went tight.Mine. Forever.
I gently kissed the skin just below her navel, my voice dropping to a rasp but layered with determination. “Nothing between us, not tonight, Alanna. Not one damn thing.”
Not that I’d made any effort to wrap it up any of the other times we fucked. But this was different. I wanted her to know. This was permanent, and I intended to make her mine in every way, including knocking her the fuck up.
Her eyes met mine, soft and uncertain. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure, beautiful.” I cupped her center, using a little pressure to make my point. “You’re mine. Every inch of you. Especially this tight little pussy, and I’m gonna breed it, baby.”
Alanna didn’t say anything, but her gray eyes shone with hope, and she sighed softly, relieved…as if I’d calmed a storm inside her.
“I want to hear you say it,” I growled. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she whispered.
That broke what little control I had left.
The edge in my voice returned, quiet and lethal. “Hold still, baby. This is where I lose every bit of control I have left.”
I shifted lower, spreading her thighs as wide as they would go, then settled my shoulders between them. My tongue traced her seam, and I groaned at the sweet taste. “Fuck, your pussy is my new addiction.”
But I had no intention of quitting this one.
Using my thumbs, I parted her southern lips, and my mouth watered at the swollen pink flesh, drenched in her juices.
“Soaking wet. It’s all for me, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes,” she panted, her hips trying to buck up, but I wouldn’t let her move. “Chance, please.”
“You beg so fucking pretty. Can’t help giving you what you want.”
I bowed my head and feasted on my woman’s heaven. Eating like I’d been starving for years. I lapped up her cream and drankdown every bit. Soon, she was writhing, begging, and screaming for release.
Doubling down, I pushed her a little higher, just a little more. Then when I knew she was at her peak, I shoved my tongue into her channel over and over while two fingers pinched her hard little nub.
Alanna screamed like a fucking banshee and did exactly what I’d been aiming for. My mouth filled when her juices gushed from deep in her pussy, squirting her pleasure down my throat.
When I’d finally swallowed the last of it, I raised my head and wiped my mouth with my arm, a cocky smile curling my lips.
Alanna looked confused, and her cheeks were burning with an adorable blush. “What…um…I’ve never…”
“You gave me just what I wanted, beautiful,” I assured her as I got to my feet. “I was fucking thirsty, and I’m feeling pretty fucking satisfied, now.”
At her continued look of confusion, I chuckled. “You squirted, baby. Just means I gave you a taste of paradise. Felt good, right?”
Her blush intensified, but she smiled and nodded. “Um, really, really good.”
“That’s my girl.” Quickly, I shoved down my boxer briefs, freeing my dick and sending it bouncing against my belly. “Let’s see if you can do it again with my cock buried inside you.”
My control had been completely crushed, and my dick was weeping at the prospect of filling her womb and leaving a part of me behind.
I climbed over her and notched my tip at the entrance, then a thought hit me. “Not on birth control, right?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t have a reason to be.”
The reminder that I’d popped her cherry, that she was mine and only mine, broke my sanity. I gave way to the animal inside me—rough, raw, and determined to breed its mate.
