She’s mine. My girl, mine forever, and this just proves it. All this time and I still know just how to touch her, how to bring her to the brink. I can feel her thighs trembling, feel her arching, hands pressing my mouth to her pussy as she cries out, and then she gasps aloud as she starts to shudder.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, oh, Ian—I’m—” Alana nearly screams, bucking up against my mouth, writhing with pleasure as she comes hard on my tongue. I lick her through it, lapping up every bit of her arousal as she writhes and whimpers and moans. It’s not until she sags back, panting, that I give her one last lick that leaves her shuddering and then look up keenly from between her thighs.
“Where’s the bedroom?” I ask hoarsely, and Alana swallows hard, trying to speak between breathless gasps.
“It’s—upstairs—Ian!”
Her voice ends on a squeak as I push myself up and reach for her, sweeping her easily into my arms despite her advanced pregnancy, and carry her bridal-style towards the stairs, intent on us both being in a bed before we go any further.
I want us both comfortable for this because I have every intention of taking my time.
I don’t notice a damn thing about the bedroom I walk into. All my focus is on the girl in my arms—mygirl—and all I can see is her. I lay Alana back on the bed, following her onto the mattress as I stretch over her, undoing my belt with one hand as I plunge the other into her hair, tilting her face up so I can kiss her again. My lips are still sticky with the taste of her, but she doesn’t seem to care, running her tongue over my lower lip and moaning as she slips it into my mouth. I shed my jeans in a hurry, kicking them away as Alana hooks her thumbs in the waistband of my boxers, pushing those down too so that my cock springs free, hard and aching and leaking pre-cum for her, brushing against the swell of her belly as she moans.
“I want to taste you,” she whispers, wrapping her delicate hand around my shaft, and I groan with the sheer incredible pleasure of it. “I want you in my mouth, Ian—”
“Later,” I growl. “Right now, I just need to be inside of you.”
Alana sucks in a breath at that, her legs spreading wider for me as she arches up, and I kneel between her thighs, spreading them wide as my cock brushes against her inner thigh.
“I can’t—” I swallow hard. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to go slow, once—”
“I don’t care.” Alana’s eyes gleam with lust as she looks up at me, her hands sliding up my forearms. Everywhere she touches me feels like an electric shock to my system, jolts of pleasure rippling through me until I can hardly bear it. “Just fuck me, Ian,” she moans. “You can make love to me later.”
That’s all I need to hear. I push my cock between her swollen folds, feeling the wet heat of her give and squeeze around me as I thrust into her in one long, hot, heavenly slide that makes me wonder if there’s a single thing on this Earth that could ever feel so fucking good. No other girl could ever compare. There’s only Alana, everything about her. My hands squeeze her thighs as I thrust forward, watching myself sink into her to the hilt, her pussy wrapped around my straining shaft as I gasp with pleasure.
“Yesss—” she throws her head back, moaning as her hips thrust upwards, seeking out more of me.
“Greedy girl,” I groan, grinding against her, drawing out only to thrust back in again, harder than the first time. “You want more of that cock?”
“Yes,” Alana gasps. “Yes, please, Ian—I want all of you, I wantyou—”
Those last words drive me insane. It’s all I’ve wanted to hear for so long. That she wantsme, and only me. There’s so much noise in my head about Kameron and Megan, Veronica and Blue, so many doubts and worries, but hearing Alana gasp those words, her voice thick with pleasure, gives me a satisfaction that I couldn’t put into words.
But I don’t have to. I thrust into her again, sinking to the hilt as I take in the gorgeous vision of her in front of me, naked and curvy and glowing. Then I pull out, my cock throbbing in protest as I grab her hips and urge her to turn over.
Alana doesn’t hesitate, flipping onto her hands and knees as she spreads her legs wide for me, arching her back so that her ass is upturned and her pussy visible to my eager, hungry eyes, all of her exposed for my pleasure. “Ian—” she whimpers, her gorgeous ass bouncing as she pushes backward in search of my cock, and I’m happy to give it to her.
I thrust into her hard, my hands squeezing her lush hips as I give her what she asked, fucking her hard and fast, and it’s cathartic in a way. I want to fuck her so hard that I leave the imprint of my cock on her, that she never feels anything but me, so that she can never ever forget who she belongs to again.
My hand wraps in her thick dark hair, tugging her head back a little as I pound into her, the pleasure overwhelming. “Whose pussy is this?” I growl as I thrust again, hard, nipping at her throat. “Whose, Alana?”
“Yours,” she gasps. “It’s yours, Ian, always—” Her ass grinds backward against me. “I’m going to come again, oh god—”
My fingers slip between her thighs, teasing her clit as I feel her start to shudder, letting go of her hair so I can cup one of her swollen breasts in my hand as I lean over her, thrusting into her hard and fast. “I’m so close, Alana—come for me. Come on this cock while I fill you up.”
She lets out a near animal cry of pleasure, tossing her head back as she rocks backward onto me, every inch of my cock buried in her perfect tight pussy. I feel the rush of my orgasm boiling up from my fuckingsoulas she cries out again, her entire body shuddering. “Ian—Ian—” she screams my name, clutching the headboard as she fucks herself back onto me, her climax overtaking her entirely. I moan her name too, biting her shoulder as the near-painful bliss of my own orgasm sears through me, my cum filling her.
“I wish I could get you pregnant all over again,” I growl against her skin, still lightly thrusting into her as she shudders, the last ripples of both of our climaxes jolting over us both.
“One day,” Alana says softly as I slip out of her, rolling to one side as I pull her into my arms. “Let me get this baby out first.”
I freeze, turning my head to look at her, her black hair spilling over my shoulder and chest. “Do you mean that?” I ask in a low voice. I remember all too well the last time I brought up babies and a family to Alana and how she fled the next day. “I’m not trying to push you—”
“I want this to be your baby, Ian,” she says softly, her cheek pillowed on my shoulder as she looks up at me. “I want to be able to make a real family with you. I was afraid before. I made the wrong decisions then, I can admit that—but I’m not afraid now.”
Alana lets out a breath, her body relaxing against mine. “I was afraid when I was in Cancun with Kameron,” she admits. “I was pissed and fighting back, but I was scared too. Scared for myself and the baby. The way he acted, keeping me locked in that room—”
“He did what?” I growl, pushing myself up on an elbow to look down at her. “What the fuck happened in Cancun, Alana?”