Page 56 of Deserving Lara
“You want kids?”
“With you?” she echoed his words. “Oh, yeah.”
That was all it took for Owl to come.
He hadn’t planned on it. Had wanted to make sure his woman was satisfied again. But hearing her say she wanted him to give her a baby was more than he could control. Grunting, Owl felt his dick twitch inside her as he emptied himself.
“Shit,” he complained when he could talk again.
Lara grinned down at him.
Without pulling out—because honestly, Owl loved being inside her—he reached for her clit. He held her on top of him with one hand and manipulated her very sensitive bundle of nerves with the other.
“I…thought…I was…in charge,” Lara panted as she writhed over him.
“You are,” Owl reassured her even as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
“Doesn’t feel like it,” she told him with a small smile.
“Anything you want, you get,” Owl said.
“I want you,” she said.
“Then you’ve got me. I’m yours. Now, come for me. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
Before he’d finished speaking, she was coming again. She clamped down on his dick, and he’d never felt anything as erotic as what he experienced at that moment.
Amazingly, or maybe not so amazingly, Owl felt himself harden inside her.
He wanted to flip her over and fuck her hard and fast, but as he’d said, she was in charge. And he didn’t want to do anything that would bring her out of the pleasure haze she was currently in. He rocked his hips, thrusting into her body.
They both moaned.
“More,” she pleaded.
He’d never make this woman beg for anything. He lifted her slightly, so he had some room to work, then he thrust into her again, over and over. After a while, his stomach muscles began to tire, but he didn’t stop. The sight of their combined juices on his dick when he pulled out only made him harder. They were making a mess of the sheets, but again, Owl didn’t give a shit. He’d gladly sleep in the wet spot every night for the rest of their lives.
“I’m gonna come inside you again,” he warned. “Gonna shoot my sperm so far inside you that there’s no way my guys can’t get to your eggs.”
“Shut up, Owl. That’s not sexy,” she complained.
She was wrong. It was absolutely sexy as hell thinking about getting her pregnant.
He was on the verge of coming when Lara took control and sat down on him—hard. Then she squeezed her inner muscles as tightly as she could, fucking him internally.
Owl felt the room dim as he exploded.
When he came back to himself, Lara was lying on his chest once more. His dick was still inside her, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he slipped out. He sat up as best he could, reaching for the blanket and pulling it up and over the both of them.
Then he did something he couldn’t have imagined doing their first time together…if ever. He shifted and wiggled until he’d removed his shirt. His boxers were still around his thighs, but he didn’t care. The feel of being skin-to-skin with Lara was heaven.
She must have thought so too, because she sighed heavily and snuggled closer.
They were quiet for a moment before she asked, “You think you can sleep now?”
Owl chuckled. “Yeah, sweetheart. I can sleep.”
“Good.”
