Page 24 of His Texas Claim

“You ready for me?”

“Beyond—” I started.

He thrust inside.

I clutched at his back, my legs coming up to wrap around him, my body almost lifting off the blanket just so I could get closer. My nails scraped against his skin, his cock throbbing inside me.

Hadn’t had sex since before everything. I’d been scared to.

But it just felt good.

“You tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said, every word labored and almost broken. “Don’t…wanna hurt you.”

“Give it to me,” I snapped in his ear.

My shoulders found the blanket again.

He gave it to me.

He set a pace that didn't ask permission, one hand braced by my head, the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks.

“You feel so damn good,” he said. “Squeezin’ me like that…fuck, Bryn. Fuckin’ hell⁠—”

“Yes…yes…”

He shifted the angle slightly and pounded against my g-spot all of a sudden, making me see stars. I gasped on the inhale, then groaned into the night air, this low and needy sound erupting from my chest entirely against my will.

“Fuck yeah,” he snarled. “You like that, huh? Like my cock in that pretty pussy?”

“Yes—”

“Want me to fuck you until you can’t think straight⁠—”

“Please—”

“Come on my cock, Bryn. Come right fuckin’ now.”

My pussy fluttered and pulsed, and I came on that big, throbbing cock buried inside me. My arms shot down so my hands could fist in the blanket, legs still wrapped around him, Stetson bracing me to get deeper.

“So fuckin’ close,” he said. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Fill you up deep…”

My stupid brain was indeed not thinking straight—because all of a sudden it occurred to me that it was in fact still possible to get pregnant, and I wanted it. I wanted to try again with that one brave little ovary, and I wanted it with him, with this big man who seemed intent on taking care of me even when I fought him on it⁠—

“Put a baby in me,” I gasped into his ear.

A mistake, right?

…no. Not a mistake.

Because he didn’t even trip over it, his rhythm steady.

“You want a fuckin’ baby?” he asked, breath hot against my neck. “I hear that right?”

“Come inside me⁠—”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Say it again.”

“Give me a baby, Stetson.”