Page 98 of I'll Keep Her Safe

“It turns you on,” I say, my voice husky. “Thinking about getting me pregnant.” Heat streaks through me as I say the words, because he’s not the only one.

His eyes are glassy and hooded. “So fucking much.”

“Me too,” I breathe, and with that, he tilts his hips back and sinks inside me. I drop my head into his shoulder, muffling my moan as he fills me to the hilt.

“You like that?” He drives into me with a hard thrust. “You like the thought of me breeding you, pretty girl?”

Fuuuck. There’s something so primal about those words that goes straight to my core.

“Yes,” I whimper. I’m hot all over, my skin so sensitive, pleasure already swelling between my thighs. I lift my hips, lowering my mouth to flick my tongue over his nipple piercing, making his breath hiss out between his teeth. Then I sink onto his length, moaning when he hits the deepest part of me.

“Shh,” he says, a sinful smile curling along his mouth. “You need to be quiet if you want me to put a baby in you.”

Holy fucking shit.

My thighs squeeze in response, heat shuddering through me. We both know he’s notactuallygoing to get me pregnant because I’m still on birth control, but talking about it is enough to get me drunk with arousal.

“Is that what you want?” His hands grip my ass as he pounds me. “You want me to fill your pretty little pussy with my cum?”

“Yes,” I choke out, delirious as he kisses me hard.

“You want me to make your belly grow?”

I don’t respond, too wrapped up in the pleasure to say anything, and he takes my chin roughly in his hand.

“Tell, me Poppy.”

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, Wyatt, I want it so bad.”

“Good girl.” His hands tighten on my hips, tongue plundering my mouth, cock slamming into my depths. “You’re mine, baby.” His eyes are wild, cheeks flushed with the effort of fucking me so hard. “You understand that? You’ll always be mine.”

His words spear me through the heart. “Good,” I whimper, mouth moving over his cheek, his jaw. “Because I love you more than anything.”

He lets out a low, guttural growl, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, fingers twisting in my hair. I clench around him as I’m swept away by the pleasure.

“Come,” I beg him. “I need to feel you come inside me. I need you to fill me.”

“Fuck, Poppy—” His words die away as he buries his face in my neck, shuddering under me, his warmth spilling into my core. I dissolve on top of him, sobbing into his shoulder as the hardest orgasm of my life rips through me, my vision filling with stars.

“Shit,” he mutters when I finally come to. “I don’t think we were very quiet.”

I cringe as I draw back to look at him with wide eyes. He might be right.

“I just can’t fucking help myself with you.” He sighs, grazing his lips over my cheek. “Everything about you, Poppy. I’ve never felt like this. Never.”

“Me neither,” I whisper, my throat tight. I lower my lips to his for a feather-soft kiss as his hands stroke my hair.

“We’ll tell Bailey tomorrow. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Yes,” I agree, knowing the sooner we tell her, the sooner we can build our life together. Properly.

With a sigh, I peel myself from his bed, squeezing my thighs together to contain his mess. “I’d better go back to the other room.”

“Yeah,” he says despondently. “I doubt I’ll get any sleep without you.”

“Same.” I brush his hair back, kissing his forehead, then grab my panties from the floor as he finally flicks off the TV. “Goodnight.”

“Love you, baby,” he whispers back in the dark, and I press my hand to my too-full heart.

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