Page 47 of Secret Baby for Mr. Grump

I clutched the couch behind me for dear life, nodding.

And then he went back to it.

I had no idea how long the torture continued.

At some point, I felt the sensation of his fingers pushing aside my panties and folding over my slit, which made me start trembling.

“Fuck.” His voice was guttural. “You’re so fucking wet. You want this, huh? You want this so bad.”

I nodded vehemently, ready to sob. “Please. Please just…”Fuck me.I couldn’t say the vulgar words, but he knew exactly what I meant. His large finger penetrated my pussy just a little bit as his mouth left my nipple. I squirmed, the tortured heat rising within me. A breeze blew against my nipple, and then I felt a wet lick against my clit.

“You taste so good,” he murmured. “I’ve tasted you a thousand times in my dreams, but nothing is as good as this.”

I bit back a scream, but I couldn’t stop my hand from clutching his hair as he continued to lap at my center.

True to his word, he punished me.

I felt the sting as his hands slapped lightly against my pussy, but it just turned everything up a dial.

The pain mixed with the pleasure was so sharp that it sent me soaring unexpectedly into an orgasm that tore my sanity in two. I gasped, likely tearing out his hair.

By the time my mind came back down to earth, his cock was against my center, and he was pushing in. His lips pulled in a snarl, and his face was tense with concentration.

“Fuck, I have to go slow,” he muttered to himself. “Can’t hurt you.”

He could never hurt me, and to prove it, I took one of his hands and put it against my throat.

Realization flashed through his eyes, as well as a lust so deep. He growled and then slammed into me.

I turned my face, muffling my screams into the pillow, and came again.

“Fuck!” He groaned and continued to power into me, clearly having lost control. His moves were forceful and maddened, and I could feel him hitting deep inside my womb, firing every nerve ending as the pleasure continued to leak out of me. His hands squeezed around my neck, but not enough to cut off my air. Just enough to let me know he was in control.

His eyes met mine.

He owned me.

He possessed me.

As his head fell beside me, and he shot his release deep into me while muffling his groans with the cushions, I knew I owned a little piece of him too.

EIGHTEEN

MARCUS

I lay on the couch with Allie against my chest, trying to stop my heart from pounding out of it.

Something significant had just happened here, something life-changing.

I could feel it in my heart because something inside me squeezed almost painfully when one of Allie’s small palms came up to curl on my chest. There was a fierce possessiveness that washed over me.

She’s mine.

The thought sank in and made way amongst all the other facts of the universe. She was mine, and whatever happened, that would remain true.

I would take care of her.

Everything she needed, she would get from me.

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