Page 30 of Wild Curves
But maybe it’s not what he wants anymore.
“Is it still what you want?”
A grin spreads across his face. He pulls his hips back and slams into me so hard my teeth rattle.
“I’m going to be a daddy.”
“Not yet,” I pant as he starts fucking me with a new vigor.
“I’m gonna plant my seed in you today, babydoll. Your belly is going to be round and fat by the end of the summer.”
He’s fucking me hard now, and I love that he’s so turned on by this. Without warning, my pussy explodes again. And as I come, so does he, with a feral grunt as his sperm shoots deep into my belly.
He holds me for a long time, making sure I get every last drop before carefully sliding himself out and putting my panties back in place.
He tugs me to the floor of the closet.
“What are you doing?”
“Sit down with your legs in the air. We’re not wasting a drop, Maggie.”
I giggle but do as I’m told. My gold heels stick up in the air, but there’s a stern look on his face which stops me from arguing.
“So, you still want to be a father?”
“Babe, I’ve been looking forward to this ever since I met you. I can’t wait to get you pregnant. We’re going to have the most beautiful babies. And if they’re anything like their mother, they’ll be smart and talented too. Now sit.”
He crouches beside me in the store cupboard, his shoulders knocking against some stacked boxes.
My hand clasps his, and I rest my head on his shoulder. We sit like that for a long time, Arlo talking quietly about the adjustments to the cabin he’s going to make to get it ready for children.
I can’t believe I thought I had to choose between a career or love. With Arlo in one hand and my trophy in the other, I’m grateful that I got both.
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