need you.” My words seemed
to set him in motion. He leaned up, unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock. “Oh
god!” Even with our bodies no longer touching, I couldn’t stop myself from arching
up towards him, needing to feel his weight back on top of me. I needed
something to ease the throbbing between my legs. I was so close.
Griffin’s breathing seemed to turn uneven and rapid.
Grabbing his cock, he roughly stroked it up and down, sliding his thumb over
the tip and smearing precum all over as he stared ravenously at me spread out
deliciously before him.
“Angel, I know you aren’t on any birth control. You could
already be pregnant after our night together, but you might not be. I have a condom
if you want me to use it this time.”
“Why would you need that?” I asked, wondering why he would
suggest it. We were to be married soon. We didn’t need condoms. He didn’t use
one last night so why would he bother using one now.
Griffin gave me a long look, which seemed almost pained. “I
don’t want to force you, Angel. It’s your choice if you want me to use one or
not.”
“I’m going to be your wife, am I not?” I questioned,
reaching for his erection only to have him jerk away.
He studied me for a second as if trying to read me. “You’re
saying you’re okay if we don’t use protection? You’ll risk having a baby?
Because I fucking loved having you bare last night.” Sliding my dress up
higher, he caressed my stomach.
“I want it all, Griffin. I want to fall in love, and to have
your babies.”
“I want to be inside you without a condom. I want to fill
you up with my cum and get you pregnant, because, yes, you’ll be my wife.”
His words sent pleasure racing all over my body, filling me
up with warmth and a sense of peace. I could feel it seeping into my heart. I
wasn’t alone anymore. I have a family now.
Griffin leaned down and yanked off my panties, tossing them
haphazardly behind him. Crawling back up, he wrapped me up in his arms while
lowering his mouth to mine. His fingers sank deep into my hair and he kissed me
hard, dominating me. Feeling more than a little desperate, I fought back
against his questing tongue and lips, causing the both of us to let out a moan.
Breaking the kiss, he slid his hand down between my legs, spreading my wet
lips. Griffin grabbed his cock and tapped it against my clit a couple of times
before nudging it against my entrance, teasing me, bringing me to the edge even
more. Glistening with need, I raised my hips in an attempt to try and get him
to slide deep inside me.
I could see Griffin’s face tighten with restraint as he
fought to control his desire. I could see it in his eyes that he was fighting
not to hurt me like he had the night before.
“Take me,” I encouraged him. “I’m yours.”
Hesitating for only a split second, he took his cock and
slid it between my pussy lips as few times before he nudged my entrance once
more, slowly pushing inside. I could tell he was still holding himself back. I
wanted all of him deep inside me. I wanted him to connect us and fill every
part of me. Determined, I locked my legs around his waist and thrust my hips
up, sliding him even deeper and impaling myself onto him. I wanted my hands all
over his rock-solid body but he still had his shirt on. Moving my hands, I
tried to rip off his clothes with a frustrated whine. Griffin captured both of
my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head as he started to thrust
faster and harder. Before I could protest against not having my hands on him,
he took my mouth in the most tender and gentle kiss I had ever experienced.
Gently sliding his tongue against mine, it felt like he was worshiping me.
Letting go of my wrists, he braced himself on one arm, using
the other to coast down between my legs and to my clit, stroking me as he
continued thrusting deep and hard. I felt myself become slicker and I couldn’t
help the buck of my hips.
“God, you’re so tight,
M.J. O'Shea & Anna Martin