Page 65 of Tear Me to Pieces
“That’s the reason we need to talk about it.” I grit my teeth against the urge already building in my balls. “We need to take precautions if we aren’t ready to fully move forward.”
I understand that technically what we’ve already done could lead to pregnancy. It’s not likely, but it is possible. I know where I stand on this matter, but Myra is the one who makes the call.
Always.
“You mean a baby?” There’s so much hope in her voice. A yearning I know well.
“Yeah, My.” I hook one hand behind her knee, lifting that leg up and out so she can feel all of me. “I mean a baby.”
All the air rushes from Myra’s lungs as her hands splay across my chest. “I want a baby whenever you’re willing to try to have one.”
Deep down I knew that would be her answer. Just like deep down I knew I’d never be able to tell her no. Even if Myra hadn’t picked me. Even if she didn’t want to be mine, I still would have given her what she wanted. Because at the end of the day, I don’t think I could deny her anything.
Especially when it’s what I desperately want too.
The downside to all this is I apparently find fucking with the intent of procreation to be very, very hot. And— as if I’ve never had sex before—I accidentally do something I haven’t done since I was a teenager.
I come before getting the woman under me off.
I try to stop it. Do my best to halt the climax that pretty much started the second my brain did the math on what was happening. As soon as I recognized that tonight I could be putting a baby—my baby—in Myra’s belly, it was over. There was no going back. I didn’t pass go and I sure as hell didn’t collect my two hundred dollars.
Myra stares at me, lips barely parted, brows furrowed as she tries to figure out what in the hell just happened. “Did you just?—”
“Yeah.” I don’t want to admit it, but there’s no way she’s not going to figure it out. “I got a little excited over the second part of our deal.”
Myra’s lips curve into a soft smile as her hands smooth over my shoulders. “It’s okay. It’s kind of sweet actually.” She shifts, focus moving to the bathroom.
Does she think…
Pushing my body up, I meet her pretty blue eyes. “You’re acting like we’re done here.”
“I mean…” Myra looks from side to side. “Aren’t we?”
I hate where she’s been, but sometimes it makes my job too fucking easy.
Going to my knees, I slowly shake my head at her. “No. We’re not.” I look down, watching as I pull my body from hers, nostrils flaring as a part of me dribbles free with the retreat.
Don’t fucking like that.
Reaching down, I work it back into her body with two fingers as I shift to the end of the mattress.
Myra figures out my plan just as my mouth descends on her clit. She tries to sit up and attempts to shove a hand between me and her. “You don’t want to do that. It’s all…”
I use my free hand to grab her wrist, keeping her from stopping me as I seal my lips against her, tongue sliding against the hardbead of her clit. Just like earlier, I can taste myself on her and I fucking love it. Love knowing I’ve filled her twice tonight.
Thanks to the past week’s worth of practice, I have Myra coming in under a minute, adding her cum to mine, making the sound of my fingers fucking her obscene.
Obscene enough my dick’s raging back to life.
I rise up, scrubbing one hand across my mouth as I pull the other from her body. Myra’s dazed eyes drop to my cock, widening at the sight of it back at attention.
I crawl over her, pausing to suck one nipple between my lips, licking against the tight tip before letting it pop free. Lifting my eyes to her face, I lay out my newest plan. “I’m gonna fuck you again now.” I brush my lips across hers as I sink into her, the wet slick of us easing the way. “And this time you’re going to come on my dick.”
Myra nods, head bobbing in jerky motions. “Yeah. I can do that.”
I smile against her lips. “I know you can.”
Myra’s eyes stay on mine as I grip one cheek of her ass, angling her hips up a little so I can hit the spot I’m aiming for. She sucks in a breath and I know I found my mark.
