Page 13 of The Big Bad's Claim
“You’re so big.”
“And it’s all yours,” I tell her before pulling her up, then back down. Though Kenna’s on top, I’m the one moving her, dragging her pretty pussy up and down my length, letting my girth stretch her to the max. I watch her face as she nears another orgasm, a much bigger one, so I pick up my pace. This is about her. Everything is about her. “You like this, gorgeous? You like taking my cock?”
“So much.” And she moans, an orgasm shattering inside her again. “So much. I love you so much.”
I devour her lips, her inner walls tightening around me again. “Fuck, I love you so much, gorgeous. Let me fill your cunt. Tell me I can.”
She nods. “Fill me. Please, fill me.”
No condom, no pulling out, no nothing. I need to spill everything into her, to know my seed is going straight into her womb. Fuck yes, I want to claim her completely. She is mine, and I’m hers, utterly. Irrevocably.
Pleasure barrels down my spine and I come apart. It’s bigger and brighter than ever, a powerful explosion in every part of my being. She makes me see stars as I spill into her, and our bodies relax against each other as we come down from bliss together.
Kenna kisses me, hands on my jaw. I kiss her back, then lay her down. Taking my place next to her, I slip an arm beneath her knee and tease at her slit with my fingertips. She moans, arching her back like a cat.
“This is good,” she purrs, looking over her shoulder at me. “But I thought you owed me.”
I laugh, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Don’t worry. The night is long, and I have not forgotten. Let me watch you come again first. Nothing sounds as good as my name on your tongue.”
EPILOGUE
KENNA
Three years later
Aiming the phone at my stomach, I film the motion with a grin on my face. I still have to get used to the little alien playing inside me, stretching, curling, and pushing off with both hands against my bladder. Makes me groan at first, then awe at the miracle of nature every single time.
Being pregnant is a roller coaster of emotions. You’re either done with the pregnancy, or amazed at it, and the feeling changes every five minutes.
When the baby girl inside me stops moving, I hit stop on my recording, then open the messaging app. My mother is the one who gives the most lukewarm reactions. She dislikes Blaise, as I expected, and she refuses to like him. Even after I told her about the problems with Todd, she still thinks he was a better match—hitman and everything. So, even if the baby is her grandchild, she only ever reacts with thumbs up, if she replies anything at all to my videos.
My friends are blessedly into it. They hesitated about Blaise but gave him a chance. One of them liked the club guys so much that I think she’s joining them soon enough on country-wide trips. They love the videos I send, just not as much as Blaise himself does.
I hit send to him first. He’s always the first to know anything that happens to me, even after three years together. Three blessed years. It feels like nothing when I stop to think about it. We’ve had our problems, but they don’t come even close to how happy this man makes me.
As if summoned by my thoughts, the front door rattles, and his heavy steps bring him into the apartment we share. We moved out of the club when we found out I was expecting—not because I wanted, but because Blaise thought I needed the peace. I’m still walking distance from the bar, so he can reach me whenever he needs to.
Balancing on the couch’s arm, I get to my feet. My swollen feet. Dang, they look worse every time I look at them. I wiggle my toes as Blaise locks the door behind him.
“She’s so active, isn’t she?” he comments, phone in hand. Of course, he’s already seen my message, even if it’s been forty seconds. I look up and find him smiling at the phone, pure love on his face. “I can’t wait for her arrival. She’ll be running around the house in no time.”
Blaise puts the phone away and meets my gaze. His orbs burn when he sees me, like every other time. There’s love on his face, yes, but there’s more. His lust for me hasn’t diminished with the years, and certainly not with the pregnancy. At first, holding that positive test, I feared that could happen. Pregnancy can be quite harsh for some women, and even when I’ve been lucky, I’m still curvier than usual, swollen with the baby, trying to hide my extra pounds behind loose dresses.
My husband prowls closer, folding his hands around my face. “Have I told you how gloriously hot you look today?”
I chuckle, a flush spreading over my face. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Unbelievably gorgeous,” he starts, pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips. He lowers to his knees in front of me, hands brushing down the sides of my body. “I am the luckiest man alive to have a woman like you waiting for me. You have no idea how much I love you.”
“I may have, though,” I reply, scratching his scalp in gentle circles. “I love you, too.”
Blaise kisses my stomach, and the baby inside me moves in acknowledgment. “Did she treat you well today?”
I hum as I sit down again. Eight months of pregnancy is not easy. Soon, though, our baby will be here, in my arms, and I won’t have the same trouble standing up for longer than a minute. “She moved a lot. You know how she likes to kick all of my organs. My bladder, especially. But today, she focused on my diaphragm.”
Blaise tuts in agreement, still kneeling in front of me. He reaches for my right foot, pressing his thumbs to the arch. “Sounds like you need your man to take care of you.”
“That I do.” I always do, and I adore how well he takes care of me. He’s never failed, and I know he never will. Blaise is dependable, his love solid and unchanging.
He lets my foot go. I arch an eyebrow in doubt. Dang it, I thought I was getting a massage.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” he says, parting my knees and raking my dress up my thighs. “You’ll get a foot massage. Let me kiss you hello first.” And with a hungry smirk, he dives between my thighs, latching onto the center of my pleasure with bold sweeps of his tongue. My husband brings me to the edge, then over it, then he comes atop of me, his body tense with desire, and plunges into me until we’re both breathless, slick with sweat, stained with desire.
Blaise kisses me softly, then leaves me for a moment to find a towel and clean me up. I drift off, floating in the pleasure of having him. In that deep sense of happiness that swathes me, that keeps me smiling through every challenge.
He’s the best part of me, and that will never change.
THE END
