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I feel it the moment all of her pleasure fades away, because her muscles go lax and her head lowers to hang over the side of the island counter. Slipping my hands beneath her, I slowly lift her up to a sitting position, urging her legs around my waist so I can stay seated inside of her for as long as possible.
I can feel the time ticking away until I have to go back to work, and I need to make sure she fully understands how things have changed before I go. Reluctantly slipping my dick out of her, I immediately fill her with my fingers, noticing her slight grimace of pain. I’ve used her too many times since I got back just a few hours ago. It’s probably for the best that I still have a couple of days left on shift, because if not, I’m not sure I could allow her the time to get used to how often I plan to be inside of her.
I enjoy sex, but I’ve never felt this driving need to brand someone the way I do with Etta. Our history is all kinds of fucked up, but the moment she stepped off that bus, her future was set. I’ll spend the rest of our lives correcting the mistakes I made with her in the past, but I’ll never let her go.
The sooner I get a ring on her finger and my baby in her belly, the sooner I’ll feel more settled, but for now, I’ll leave her cum-drunk and feeling the reminder that she’s mine in her cunt every time she moves.
Slowly pumping my fingers into her, I capture all of my cum that’s trying to seep out of her and push it back into her channel.
“Oz.” She winces.
“I know, Little One, but I need you to come for me one last time. I need to make sure your body sucks in as much of my cum as it can. I know you can do this.” Leaning forward, I flick her clit with my tongue as I push my cum as far inside her as I can get it. I feel her orgasm start to vibrate through her core the second I scrape my teeth over her clit, and moments later she screams out my name. By the time she’s panting, her eyes glazed and her muscles relaxed, I slip my fingers free of her, smiling at how wrung out and exhausted she looks.
“Do you want to eat first and then shower, or shower and I’ll make breakfast once we’re clean?”
“Shower,” she says weakly.
“Okay, Little One, you did so good. I’m so proud of you for taking all of my cum, you’re such a good girl.” Scooping her into my arms, I carry her bridal style out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
“You can’t say you’re proud of me for that,” she tries to protest.
“Why not? Your body is a fucking miracle. You’re tiny, and I’m not, and your pretty little pussy took all of my cock and then four loads of my cum. I’ve never given a woman a single drop, but I came so hard for you, I swear I filled you with a year’s worth of my cum. You took it all, then you came on my fingers because you knew that was the best way to keep all of me inside of you. I’m more than proud of you, I’m in awe of you. Even now, you’re pliant in my arms, letting me carry you upstairs so I can take care of you. You’re fucking perfect, Etta, and I’m a lucky fucking bastard to have you.”
She doesn’t speak, and when I glance down, her cheeks are pink like she’s embarrassed, but I don’t know why. Placing her on the counter, I cup her cheeks in my palms and press a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. I’ve been rough with her, and I need to make sure she knows I’m not just a mindless fucking animal, although I know she enjoyed my desperation as much as I did.
“Oz.” She sighs when I pull away and turn on the shower.
Hating the uncertainty in her voice, I reach in and turn on the water. “When I’m finished with work in a couple of days, we can have a nice, long soak together in the tub, but I want to make sure I feed you before I have to go back to base.”
“Does your boss know you’re here?” she asks.
“Yeah, he could see I was freaking out, so he told me to come. His woman lives two doors down, so he gets it.”
“I wish I got it,” she mutters.
Hooking her chin with my fingers, I tip her head back and force her to look at me. “What don’t you get, Little One?”
“I don’t get anything that’s happened since I stepped off the bus,” she confesses.
A soft chuckle falls from my lips, and a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Cute.”
“I had a hotel booked. I had a plan to avoid you. I hoped we’d never have to cross paths; I have no idea how I got…here.”
“All you need to know is that you’re mine, and my kid is taking seed in your belly right now.”
“I’m not pregnant,” she says on a choked gasp.
Spreading my fingers out over her tiny stomach, I smile. “If you’re not, then you will be soon.”
Slapping my hand away, her eyes go wide, and for a moment she freezes, clearly bracing herself for my reaction. When I don’t move, she tries to climb down from the counter, but she’s tiny and awkward, and I easily sidestep and block her. “Where exactly do you think you’re going?” I growl, not wanting to scare her but needing her to accept her new reality.
“I need to leave. I need a drugstore and a Plan B and possibly inpatient psychiatric help,” she mumbles, more to herself than me.
Chuckling, I lift her off the counter and carry her into the shower stall, closing the glass behind me. Lowering her to her feet, I reach for a washcloth and some soap and slowly start to bathe her.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Washing you.”
