Making His Baby(33)

I start to really pump into her harder. She is still bent over, and I am not going to let her go anywhere. I want to finish inside of her in this position. I love the way her ass looks. It’s so round and so firm. It’s all muscle and about as close to perfect as an ass can be.

Back and forth, I continue to work her. I reach forward and take a handful of her hair. I pull her head back. Still holding on, my other hand slaps her perfect ass. And again. Each time I slap it, she tells me that she wants more. So I give her more.

I want to fuck her forever. I never want to stop. If I were to die now, I would be a happy man, because this is as close to heaven as I will ever be. But I can’t go forever. Even now, as I think of this, I feel that sensation rising inside of me. I can feel my balls aching, my toes tingling and my knees shaking.

“Are you close?” I ask.

“So close,” she moans. “Come inside me. I want you to put a baby–”

Her words are cut off and she screams again as I ram myself all the way inside her.

The fire is starting to rise through the rest of my body. I am so close. My movements become more erratic, faster, harder. She starts to bounce back and forth, really pushing me to the edge.

It’s on me now. It has taken over my entire body. I tap her on the ass, letting her know that I am about to come. She reaches back, grabbing onto me with one hand. Her toes flex out, her body goes rigid and together, the two of us come.

As I come, I press myself all the way into her, making sure that my cock is totally buried. I feel the hot, sticky mess pouring from me, and I want to make sure that she takes all of it.

Once I am finished, I stay inside of her. I try to press my body as tightly to hers as I can, ensuring that nothing is lost. When it is all said and done, I still want her pregnant.

Her head is buried in the bed now, but she hasn’t moved. Like a good girl, her ass is sticking up in the air. She knows that she has to try to keep as much of my load inside her as she can. She knows that a baby is the number-one concern here. Well that, and the pleasure that we both receive from it.

It’s only after several minutes, with me behind her, my cock buried into her, that I finally feel safe enough to remove myself. Slowly, very slowly, I pull myself from Carrie. My dick is still slightly hard and dripping in her juices. I don’t even bother to wipe it off as I fall in the bed beside her. She rolls onto her back and crawls up to me.

We lay together with her wrapped in my arms. And as we do, I have to pinch myself. Despite all the baby talk and the ‘business proposal’ that the two of us made. I am still the happiest I have ever been. I hate to admit it, but I definitely feel myself falling in love with this woman.





Chapter 26


CARRIE





As I wrap myself in Blake’s arms, I struggle to contain my smile. It spreads across my face with force and broadcasts openly just how happy I am right now. And it’s not just how great the sex is, although that is on another level. It’s everything.

Blake is just so damn incredible. He is caring, kind and considerate. He is funny, warm and compassionate.

He is the opposite of how I pictured him when Lyndsey used to describe him. Sure, she would tell me how hot he was, but she would also complain about how cruel he could be, and how he used to use her for his own means. I just don’t see any of that in him. Or at least, I haven’t yet.

But whenever I think of that, and whenever my future plans come to the forefront of my mind, I have to work to contain them and push them away. I don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t want to ruin the moment. For right now, the moment is perfect.

“Well, that was something else,” Blake finally says after a long silence.

I nuzzle against his chest, stroking the lines of his muscles.

“I’ve definitely had worse,” I joke. I kiss his chest as I do, concentrating on his pecs.

“Easy,” he warns jokingly. “I might not be so considerate next time. I might have to just start thinking about my own needs.”

“Does that mean that we will be done faster? Because I think I’d be okay with that.”

“That’s it!”

He pulls his arm from under me and holds me down as he begins to tickle me. I scream, batting him away as best as I can. But he is far too strong, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from rolling from the bed and falling on the ground.

“Okay,” I scream. “I’m sorry. I take it back!”

“Good,” he says with a smile. He stops tickling me, allowing me to rest back in his arms. “You’re far too sassy for my liking.”

“It’s a defense mechanism,” I say. “The benefits of being an only child and an orphan.”