Page 22 of His Public Claim
“I’m going to put mirrors on every surface in our bedroom, love. Watching you is my favourite thing, and you need to be observed, don’t you? It’ll please us both. Take off your dress.”
I don’t respond immediately, nonplussed by the change of subject.
“Take off that dress,” he rasps. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
The shock of excitement at his uncompromising tone makes me desperate. I want him to see me too, so I don’t pause. Acting on instinct, grasping the hem of my floaty white dress, and pulling it over my head.
“Good girl. I’ve wanted to appreciate you like this.”
He grasps his cock and gives it a crude stroke as he examines me all over, making me blush furiously.
“We did all this the wrong way around, myshka,” he purrs. “I’ve come inside you, I’ve watched you. I know you and love you.”
He tilts his chin up arrogantly.
“You can see all of me. I’myours, Nicole.” He regards me as I take him in, a satisfied smile on his face, and sighs contentedly. “My little exhibitionist. No masks. No pretence. No hiding anymore.”
I lick my lips.
“Lie down there.” Again, I’m not quick enough, and he pushes me down onto the enormous white sofa, right in asunbeam, the soft chenille caressing my back and naked bottom. Then he runs his hands down my thighs.
“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs as he kneels before the sofa, and shoves my knees apart.
There’s no asking. No telling me even. He simply moves my body like it’s as much a part of him as his own arms or legs.
And my pussy throbs with agreement. I’m his. Anything he wants, I want, too.
“Now.” He leans down and brushes a kiss on my inner thigh. “Since we’re doing this all out of order, it’s time we answered the big questions.”
He smooths his palms up my legs, as he kisses and nips at my untouched thighs. I’m entranced. I can’t stop watching him, and I can’t believe this. Him. My dreams coming true in the most unexpected way.
“What sort of things?” I manage to squeeze the words through a fog of anticipation as he teases closer and closer to my folds. “Compatibility questions? Bucket lists? Life goals?”
“Yep.”
“I don’t know.” My brain is about as much use for thinking right now as jelly is as a phone holder. Who cares, so long as we’re together? “What do you like?”
“I love everything you love.” He pauses with his mouth over my pussy and breathes in deeply, seeming to relish the scent.
It’s so close to my own thoughts, I’m incredulous. I scoff. “You like manicures, baby animals, and chocolate spread?”
“Yep,” he agrees cheerfully. Then he drags his tongue over my slit, all the way, making me bow with pleasure. “Especially, your fingers in my hair, chocolate spreadon your body. And babies, absolutely. I like getting you pregnant.”
The air is whisked from the room, and me with it, like one of those space adventure movies. Pregnant?
“Is this under life aims?”
He licks me again and I moan. I think I thrust my pussy in his face, or maybe try to withdraw, because he lets out a hoarse chuckle and bands his forearm over my hips.
“You can’t know you like getting me pregnant,” I pant out as he intensifies his gentle assault on my core, sending flares of sizzling pleasure right into me. “You’ve never done it.”
I look down, and the creases around his eyes make me realise he’s smiling slyly.
“Maybe, maybe not.” He sucks hard on my clit, and I cry out. “I enjoyed trying. I’d like to breed you. What do you think? Shall I pump you full of my seed and hold it in you until it takes, and you’re swollen and ripe with my baby?”
“Yes.” I’m helpless to say anything else. I’ve never given much thought to having children, but with Lev?Yes. “Give me your baby.”
“You’ll be so gorgeous, bred. I can’t wait.”
