Page 33 of Sip
“What do we do now?”
The broken whisper and burgeoning sob force my hands to her face. Damp cheeks fill my palms. “We fuck.”
I claim her mouth before she can argue. Too obedient to totally fight against me she attempts a weak shove to my chest. Or maybe I’m just too big to feel any force behind her efforts. With one hand fisting her hair and the other gripping her chin, I tilt her head for full access. She’s sweet and perfect as always. I kiss her deep and hard until the ferocity of her grasp on my shirt releases. Captured in my clutches, she pants against my lips when I let her come up for air.
“I’m so confused.”
“I’m not. I love both of you. You are both mine. No one takes from me what is mine. No one will ever have either of you.”
Just like with most people I overwhelm her and her lids shutter down. Unacceptable because when she closes her eyes, she closes down. A barrier between us is unacceptable. “Open your eyes.”
Nothing.
If she wasn’t pregnant, she’d be over my knee. “Don’t make me repeat myself baby girl.”
A whimper shudders in her mouth. I can feel her body respond to my dominance even if her mind resists. “Open your fucking eyes.”
With my gruff tone, her gaze slowly meets mine. Finally. I will make her understand in her wonderful hard head. “Who loves you?”
She starts to squirm against the marble. Despite how much she wants to battle me, her little pussy drips from me controlling her. No worries. Her panties will be gone soon so she won’t have to worry about them being ruined.
Little swallows bounce in her slight throat.
“You.”
I smile a smug smile. She—they— are my happiness that I’ve never felt before. “Who am I?”
Her adorable frown of confusion makes me grin harder.
“Kill-Killian King?”
“Yeah, so that makes you Killian King’s woman. Do you think anyone is going to hurt my woman? Or take you away from me? Or touch what only I’m allowed to touch?”
Just a gasp and slight head shake. She needs more. Caressing up her shapely thigh, over her drenched underwear, and against her little belly, I touch heaven. “Do you think I share? Do you think I would let these legs open for anyone else? Do you think I would allow any other cock to slide between these lips to where my child grows?”
Her back arches, driving those rock-hard nipples to strain against her dress. I bend and bite the swollen nub through the yellow fabric, and her head falls back with a tortured cry of pleasure. My girl just can’t let go and enjoy me. I have to fuck the worry out of her. Grasping the waistband, I tug down the material of her simple white thong. “Lift up.”
“But we–”
No arguments allowed. I circle her waist and raise her off the vanity myself, earning a shriek from me manhandling her. With one harsh yank they slide over her cute ass and down her toned legs before I drop them on the floor.
“Wait!”
She grabs for my hands as I release my dick from my boxer briefs. The struggle only makes me harder. Ignoring her defiance, I grip her thighs and haul her to me, not stopping until the head of my cock is nestled in her folds where only I belong. Anxiety tenses her muscles, and her legs squeeze mine. “Relax pixie. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But we shouldn’t be doing this.”
Every shred of will power I have vibrates not to slam into her and prove her wrong. Instead, I play with her clit while I slowly rock into her. “I have to be as close to you as I can, as close to my baby as I can. This is the only way.”
Comprehension of my meaning, my intention floods her expression, smoothing away her knitted brow. The tension gripping her loosens, and I take full advantage, drawing her to me until I’m seated inside her as far as I can go. “God Grace look how wet you are for me. How perfect you are for me.”
Just like my good girl, she responds to my praise and wraps her arms around my neck. With her acceptance, I thrust into her slow and deep while I nuzzle her neck. Reminding her of what she needs to understand, I skim my mouth over the satin skin. “I will fuck you as often as it takes for you to never forget you’re mine. Delectable pink pussy— mine. Ripe little tits— mine. Sugar sweet smile— mine. All of it, all of you, all mine.”
Silence. That ethical, moral brain is mine too. I chuckle before I bite her and spank her ass when she yelps. The moan she tries to stifle spurs my cock and I pump a bit faster. And I was trying to be good. Not my fault. She brings it on herself. “Agree or I’ll swat you again.”
Nothing. Oh my naughty, naughty angel. This time I yank her hair back before I bring my palm to her warm cheeks even harder. Her eyes roll up in her head from the sting to her scalp and to her ass. Fuck me I’m pushing reckless with her and hate losing control but can’t contain myself. I coil the long stands in my fist and lean her back, with my palm flat on the countertop using all the leverage to drive home my cock as well as my point. “Say it or I’ll flip you over and fuck that amazing ass too.”
“I’m yours!”
