Page 12 of Who Wants Pie

I take the straps down on either side of her shoulders so that the tops of her breasts are allowed freedom finally. The beautiful mounds spring forth temptingly. The dress had some sort of built-in bra, so once her dress is down, all that bounty is free for me to look at and fawn over. My fucking mouth waters at the thought of having her tits in my mouth again. Especially when she whimpers like she might be needing the same thing.

“I’m going to make love to you and fill that little pussy up again. And then we’re going to start planning our wedding. You have a week because I’m not waiting another second more.”

She gasps out, her eyes big and round. I pull back to look down at her. I want to take in all the soft skin and the looks that come and go in her bright eyes.

“It might not be a baby, Gray.” She starts nibbling at her lower lip. “It could be a false positive.”

I don’t expect to find the worry that clouds them. I never stopped to think that she might be as excited and want this as much as I do. It only makes my dick harder to think Tinsley wants my baby inside of her, that she wants to start a family with me. That she might be thinking the same thoughts, having the same worries I am. The world is a little less lonely when you have someone with you like that.

“Doesn’t matter,” I tell her the truth. It doesn’t matter. I would still demand she marry me, command her to stay with me, by my side, every night of our lives. I spot the hope sitting in her eyes as well.

“I’m not marrying you because of that. But Tinsley…,” I come so close our breaths mingle together, “if you aren’t yet, you will be soon. Because I plan to be on you as much as possible. You’ll be pregnant soon enough.”

“Gray…,”

Her eyebrows draw together, and I use my free hand to smooth them out for her. “I’m not wearing anything - nothing between us - you’ve spoiled me from that, baby!”

“Gray…?”

I interrupt her plea with one of my own, “I need to feel your skin against mine, need to be as close as I can be to you, for as long as I live.”

“Are you…saying what I think you’re saying?”

“That I want you, that I want to marry you, that I need you with me,” I trail my hand down her arm and across her cheek before moving further down. “That I love you.”

Her eyes fill with tears as her chin does the cutest little wobble.

“That I chose you. I chose you to be my family. I want to be the one to see you, really see you, every morning, and kiss every night before we drift off in one another’s arms. I want to start a family with you, one we make on our own, but I also want to take care of the one you already have, to keep it safe, to have to deal with your mom trying to get more grandbabies out of us even if she has to lock us in a basement.”

She giggles through the tears that are streaming down her temples. “Are you sure about that?”

“Oh yeah,” I stare deep into her eyes, wanting her to be aware of how badly I really do want this, “I want it all - with you.”

This time, when our lips collide, there’s a sweet rush to it like we’re both trying to get to the same place, fast. Her cuffed hands go around my neck as her legs come up to wrap around my waist. It makes the skirt on her dress inch up higher and gives my hand the perfect place to go.

Tinsley’s so soft and smooth everywhere, but right at the heart of her, she’s the softest - the sweetest. I move down so I can kiss her stomach over the top of her dress before going lower. Our eyes never leave one another as I push her skirt up around her waist and yank her panties off. Her eyes, damn, her eyes are on fire. The sexiest thing I have ever seen and I’m currently in a position to be looking at the prettiest pussy out there. But her eyes…those are brimming with love and want and need. For me. All for me.

She sees me just like I see her. My imperfections, my messy life, my non-existent family, my ups and downs. She sees it all and she’s still choosing me. And damned if that isn’t the sexiest thing I have ever experienced in my life. It’s like a bond we have that started here, in bed -with sex-, and goes so much further now. We take each other wherever we go, connected. I’ve never felt anything like that. It must be what family and love feel like.

I lay my mouth on her and settle in to make a meal out of her. She tastes different, richer, and creamier. I wonder if it’s because she’s full of my child. I wonder what other changes are to come. There is no way I would miss a thing. I want to be here for every change she has - not just with the baby, but for the rest of our lives. I yank the top of her dress down even further so her breasts can be completely free and massage one after another.

She arches into my touch and I note how sensitive she’s gotten. I need her out of this gown and naked but I love seeing her cuffed and needy for me too. “Oh God, Gray! Oh…I…I’m so close.”

I flick my tongue against her hardening bundle of nerves and send her over the edge. She floods my mouth with her cream. When I slide my fingers inside of her, she’s just as tight as she was the first time. I’m going to have to spend so much time loosening her up enough that I can quickly slip in whenever I want to. She might never be that loose. Aren’t I a lucky as fuck man?

I roll her so I can hold her in my arms as I nestle her ass up next to my growing cock and keep playing with her until she’s taking not just two fingers but three. Crying my name and pulling my hair, she comes apart for me again. The sweetest, most beautiful gift I have ever been given.

Chapter Eleven

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Tinsley

I feel like I’ve broken apart and come out on the other side freer and more me than I have ever been. His words, the way he’s holding me, make me feel like the most precious thing in the world.

His fingers slip from me. I’ve never been so wet before in my life. He holds his fingers up to show me what a mess I’ve made of them before bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. He watches me as I follow his hand wherever it goes. And then a wicked smile crosses his face. It’s a smile I am all too familiar with. He’s up to no good, but oh, am I going to enjoy his no good.

He brushes the pad of his fingers over my aching clit before holding his hand up once again. This time though, instead of bringing them to his mouth, he holds them up to my lips. “Open up, baby. Open up and let me share with you how good you taste when you’re giving me what I need.”

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