Part 8 (1/2)

”Oh, G.o.d,” she whimpers as her p.u.s.s.y soaks my hand and her body slumps forward.

I gently lay her down and move so I can slip the dress off her completely before taking off the rest of my clothes. Once I'm undressed, I crawl back up onto the bed. She lifts her hips, and then she pulls her panties down, dragging them her legs before tossing them at me and opening her thighs, showing me the evidence of her arousal.

My girl has become so brave. It seems like just yesterday I popped her cherry.

I lift her a.s.s to sit on my thighs and open the lips of her p.u.s.s.y with one hand, wrapping the other around my width, and groan. I'm in so much pain. My b.a.l.l.s are so tight that I know I won't last long, but the night is young. I also know she will not be getting much sleep tonight.

”Easy, baby,” I tell her as she tries to lift her hips so the head of my c.o.c.k slides an inch inside.

I grab her hands and pull her up, lowering my hips before raising them slowly. There is nothing better than feeling the wetness of her p.u.s.s.y as she uses her inner muscles to grip my c.o.c.k.

”You're so f.u.c.king hot, baby. f.u.c.k, your p.u.s.s.y feels like it's on fire,” I groan, lowering my head so I can watch myself disappear into her heat.

”Nolan,” she cries, and her hands go to my shoulders, where her nails dig into my skin.

I lower her back onto the bed and f.u.c.k her, making sure I don't go as deep as I normally would.

”Please,” she begs as I slow down.

”No, Angel, we need to be careful.”

”No, harder.” She claws at my back and begins to thrash under me.

I grab her hands and hold them next to her head so I can control her. ”Calm down,” I snarl, rolling my hips towards hers, feeling my length drag along her inner walls as she ripples around me.

”Nolan.”

”I'm here, Beautiful,” I whisper into her ear, slowing my thrusts and pressing kisses to the skin of her neck, cheek, and mouth. Then I release her wrists and hold her face between my hands while resting on my elbows. As I look into her eyes, I remember I now own her in the eyes of G.o.d and the law. She is mine, now and forever.

How the f.u.c.k I got so lucky, I have no idea, but knowing who she is to me, what she means to our future, has my thrusts going deeper and harder. Her head goes tilts and her back arches off the bed as her fingers sc.r.a.pe down my skin, leaving marks. Her p.u.s.s.y begins to ripple, and I thrust two more times before bottoming out deep inside her.

”f.u.c.k,” I roar, coming hard. My muscles relax and I slump forward, careful not to put pressure onto her lower stomach.

”I love you,” she whispers, and I gaze into her eyes. The love I see s.h.i.+ning back at me solidifies that, as much as I own her, she owns me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

”Sleep, Angel,” I tell her, kissing her forehead then rolling to my side and pulling her into my arms.

When her breathing evens out, I turn off the lights and pick up my cell phone from the bedside table. The first thing I see is a message from my mom.

”You told her I'm pregnant?” is groggily whispered.

I look down at Chloe and fight back my smile when I see her glaring at me by the light from the phone.

”Oh my G.o.d!” she yells, grabbing the phone from my hand. ”She called my mom!” she cries, sitting up in bed and looking at me over her shoulder.

I put my hands behind my head and cross my ankles, smiling. ”I had to give her something. She was upset about the wedding.”

”So you told her I was pregnant? Do you realize what you've done? My mom and your mom are going to freak out.”

”They will be fine. Just let them plan the baby shower.”

”Let them plan the baby shower,” she mumbles, staring at the phone.

”Angel, it's fine. Don't worry.”

”Don't worry?” she mutters under her breath.

I sit up and kiss her shoulder. ”It will be okay,” I tell her, wrapping a hand around her waist.

”I think you're delusional.” She shakes her head, handing me back my phone.

”I can't believe you told them that I'm pregnant just so they would not freak out on you.”

”That is not why. I just wanted them to know. That way, they would have something else to look forward to.”

”Our mothers called me every day to talk about the wedding. Do you know what they are going to do now that they know I'm having a baby?”

”They are excited.”

”Yes, and now, I'll never get a break 'cause they are going to call or come over. I wouldn't be surprised if my mom talks my dad into buying an RV so she can stay close...like 'our driveway' close,” she says, flopping back onto the bed.

”Your parents are not living in our driveway.” I frown.

”If you say so. They are probably already on their way to New York now.”

”No,” I deny, glaring at her.

”Hey, it's not my fault you have a big mouth. Be mad at yourself. I mean, for all I know, your parents are moving in as well.”

”Our parents are not living with us.”

”Okay,” she mutters, and I see a smile twitch her cheek.

”Maybe we should just build onto the house and have both our parents move in. We do have plenty of land,” I suggest.

”What?” she shrieks, making me chuckle. ”That's not funny.” She rolls her eyes, and I pull her down to me, tucking her head under my chin.

”Everything will be okay.” I press a kiss to the top of her head.

”I know.” She yawns, and I pull the blanket up over us.

Nothing matters anymore but us, and I know we will always be okay.

”Mom, calm down. What happened?” I ask, pulling my phone from my ear slightly so I can understand her better.

”Chloe!” she cries, and my stomach drops.