Turn Over(71)

“Go check it,” he urged.

I was almost shaking. I pushed open the door and stared at the stick. I stared at it, making sure I read the stick correctly. I held it out and walked back to Luke.

“What is it?” His face was expectant.

“Not pregnant,” I choked on the words.

“You’re not?” He took the stick from my hands. “You’re not.”

I saw the disappointment in his eyes. “I’m sorry. It was a fluke anyway, right? And we were trying not to get pregnant. So, I didn’t think you wanted a baby.”

His gaze lifted to mine. “Not want a baby? I’ve thought. I’ve prayed I got you pregnant. That the fucking broken condom was a sign that I needed to get my shit together. It happened for a reason. Because I was supposed to get you pregnant.”

“You did?” My heart pounded. “You wanted to get me pregnant?”

His hand tugged in my pajama pants. “I do. I want to knock you up so fucking bad.”

“Oh God.”

I dropped to the bed as Luke pulled me on top of him. “This is crazy,” I whispered.

He shoved my pants off my ankles. I bucked when I felt his fingers feather between my legs. He traced a circle over my clit.

“You are going to have my baby, Alexa Wilde.”

I nodded. “I am.”

He spread my legs and pushed a finger inside, curling it toward my G-spot.

“I missed the last three days,” I breathed.

“What?”

“I was so upset I forgot to take the pill.” I groaned when he pushed another finger inside me.

“So there’s a chance right now?”

I nodded.

“Fuck.” He rolled my tank top over my head, feasting on one nipple and then the other. I bucked at the pressure.

He nipped at my neck and licked my throat. His lips covered my mouth and I inhaled him. His tongue mingled with mine. We were like a raging river. The damn was broken and there was no way to contain the current raging between us.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he promised.

I moaned. “Please.”

He flicked my clit, with a playful snap of his fingers before he sat backward on his knees, shedding his shirt and shoving off his pajama pants.

I sighed when I saw his throbbing cock. I ached for it. I loved the thickness. The wide veins. How it stretched my pussy so wide and tight.

“You are going to have my baby,” he growled. “This is how you make a baby.”

Just when I thought Luke had shown me how intense sex could be, he took things to a new level. He reached for a pillow, jamming it under my ass. My hips lifted in the air. His fingers massaged my clit and folds, pumping a finger inside me, before withdrawing it.

I hissed every time he took it away. I wanted something to grasp and clench. I wanted him inside me.

“Like that?’ he asked.

“No. I want more.”

His thumb pressed against my clit while his fingers thrust inside me. I groaned in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Alexa. You’re so gorgeous.” He ran his free hands to my nipples, plucking them. He reached for my hand, drawing it between my legs. “You know how hot it is when I watch you touch yourself.”

I nodded. “I like it when you watch my body. I can be free with you.”

He growled. “I’m going to watch as I pump you full, baby. My cock is going to be buried so deep inside you.”

I whimpered. My cream ran freely from my legs.

“You like it when I talk like that to you.” He touched my juices to the head of his cock and massaged it.

“I do.” I breathed. “I love it when you say how you feel. It’s like when I sing.”

“You’re getting ready to hear me do a whole lot of singing, then.” He grinned, pushing my knees wide, spreading me farther than I’d ever been spread. “Fuck, I love your pussy. Keep rubbing your clit. Don’t stop.”

“Oh God,” I cried. It was so erotic. So dirty. So much fucking fun. I’d never been this turned on. I was ready to explode the minute he slid inside me.

With my knees widened so that everything I had was exposed. The way I stroked myself. The way Luke made my arousal flow with his dirty words. He positioned his cock at my entrance and with a solid stroke slammed into me with powerful force.

“Ohh,” I whimpered. The blinding white light turned to bliss. I rocked as he thrust inside me.

This was how I loved sex with him. Our skin blazing against each other. His cock soaked by my juices. The silkiness of his shaft kissing over my clit. It was beautiful and painful and sinful in so many ways. I felt as if every nerve in my body was a live wire. A singing, floating wire hitting my skin, running through my blood, lighting my core on fire.