There’s something almost too right with having Braden inside me like this. He’s huge, hard, and thick. I can hardly believe he fits inside me.

Like a glove.

Like he was made for me.

Or like I was made for him.

I never thought I was the kind of woman who could lose myself so entirely to a man. I guess I thought wrong. When his cock is in my cunt, it’s like nothing else exists in the world beyond his lips, his rock-hard body, and his loving embrace.

Braden fucks me hard as ever, but now there’s something more between us than just mumbled curses and friction and need. Every time he thrusts deeper into my pussy, it’s like big, pulsating love-hearts bloom inside me, radiating all the way through my skin. I feel like I’m glowing.

I feel like I could explode.

And when I do, Braden is there. Holding me close. Giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible.

Loving me more than I ever dreamed.

I know he’s had a lot of women. With his looks and his money and his dastardly charm, I can hardly blame him. He’s insatiable in the bedroom, and anyone who so much as glances at him knows it.

But as one orgasm subsides and another begins to rise up inside me, I know something too.

“I love you, Jenna,” Braden breathes into my ear. “I fucking love you.”

Braden Masterson has finally met his match.

I don’t know where this goes after tonight. I don’t know that I care. Here, right now, in this moment, we belong to each other.

Our bodies move together in a perfect tango, like two parts of the same engine built for speed. We’re lubricated with lust and longing and more adrenaline than I’ll need for several lifetimes.

We are powered by some kind of insane chemistry that would have Braden’s fuel chemists scratching their heads for centuries.

Love. Just pure, dirty fucking love.

“Come for me, baby,” Braden growls. “I want you to come with me now.”

“Braden,” I gasp in sudden realization. “Braden, honey, you can’t.”

“Watch me.”

“No,” I say, trying to arch my hips back. It doesn’t work. When Braden wants me, it’s not a like a little wiggling is going to stop him from taking his woman exactly the way he desires. “Braden, honey. I got so caught up in everything, I haven’t taken my birth control. I might get—”

“Pregnant?” He grabs my hips and pulls me even harder against him so he can hilt himself in my cunt. “Is that what you’re worried about, Jenna? My hot, healthy cum filling you up and giving you a baby?”

“Yes,” I say through my teeth, even as my cunt starts throbbing at the thought. That’s sex for you.

Get it from someone as hot and handsome as Braden and mix it together with the right cocktail of hormones, and it makes your body want crazy things.

“Would that be so bad?” he asks, slowing.

“For you, it might be.”

It takes me a minute to realize that he’s stopped fucking me. It takes me another to stop moving my hips and fucking myself on him.

Braden laughs, watching me blush as I come to my senses and let my hips slow to a stop.

“So we get you pregnant. So what?”

“So what? Braden. A baby…”

“Would be the end of my career?” Braden shrugs, his cock still inside me. “Already over. Yours too, sweetheart. Our little underground racing gig ended tonight, I’m afraid.”

“But—”

“You can get another job, sure,” Braden says. “But…you wouldn’t have to.”

“Braden, I—”

“Couldn’t bear the thought of becoming a kept woman?” He chuckles as I scowl at him. He needs to stop finishing my arguments for me. “You might like it more than you think. Or, if you were interested…we could always go into business together.”

I blink at him, shocked.

“And what business would that be?” I ask.

He takes my hands in his and presses my fingers against his lips.

“Something exciting,” he teases.

“With benefits?”

His lips shift into a lopsided smile. “I can think of a few off the top of my head.”

His hips start moving against mine again. His cock feels good and sweet and right inside me. His words are making my heart flutter.

“Still, Braden…a baby…”

“You’d make a good mom,” he says, running his thumb over my lower lip.

“You’d make a terrible dad.” I laugh, but even so, my hips are moving with his again.

“I’d learn,” he promises.

There’s something so genuine and raw and eager in his eyes as he says it that I can’t help myself.

I start to daydream.

Braden kissing my belly while my stomach swells with his child.

Braden with our baby cradled in his arms.

Braden driving slow, checking his mirrors and taking nice, easy turns so our little bundle of joy doesn’t wake up from their nap in the back seat.

“Fuck,” I swear. “Braden…”

“Yes, darling?”

“Do it,” I beg, resting my forehead against his lips. “Put a baby in me.”

“Sweetheart,” he says and smiles as he kisses me. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The next few seconds spill over into minutes. The minutes might be hours. Before I know it, I’m coming around Braden’s cock, hard and fast and without any restraint.

Braden fucks me through the orgasm like he was made to wrack my body with pleasure. Like he’s taking out every last ounce of pent up frustration over the last few days and letting it loose on my cunt in the form of orgasm after orgasm after glorious orgasm.

“Baby,” he breathes in my ear, “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”

“Give it to me,” I moan. “Give me your cum. Put it all in me. Fill me up—”

“I love you, Jenna. I fucking love you.”

“I love you too, Braden. Now come for me. Come for me. Fucking—”

He lets loose on me, like the way his car raced past all the others when the afterburner kicked in. One minute we’re fucking, the next we’re flying.

His cum pours into me, deeper than I’ve ever known. My cunt takes it all like it’s hungry for his seed, like it needs to be filled.

Like my body want to be bred.

I drain him. Completely. I take every drop of Braden’s cum inside my pussy, and he grabs my ankles while he gives it to me.

He takes them in his hands and uses them as leverage to push his cum as deep inside me as my body will allow. He holds them thereafter, like he’s trying to tilt all of his cum directly into my womb.

“I love you,” he keeps saying, over and over like a mantra. A prayer. “I love you. I love you. I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.” I half laugh, half sob as he collapses against me.

I shower him with kisses, more than either of us can count. It’s like I can’t stop. I can’t get enough of the feel of my lips against his skin.

“There,” he says with a hard, final thrust. “Now you’re mine.”

“Oh, honey. I was yours a long time ago.”

“Hours?”

“Days. At the very least.”

He doesn’t respond. He just buries his face in my breasts, kissing whatever skin he can find.

“It might not take, you know,” I remind him. Pregnancy is a weird thing, after all. I don’t want him to get his hopes up if a few weeks from now, it turns out that there’s no little Masterson growing inside me.

“Hmm,” Braden muses. “Then I guess I’ll just have to try again, won’t I?”

“How noble of you,” I tease.

“Incredibly,” he agrees. “I’ll just have to fill my woman up every morning, afternoon, and night until she gives me a son.”

“Or a daughter.” I giggle as he nibbles on my shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter. As long they’re ours.”

My chest heaves as I take a big inhale and exhale it slowly. I feel like my lungs are full of helium. Like if it wasn’t for Braden’s body on top of mine, I might float away entirely.

“Are you sure we’re not taking things too fast, Braden?” I ask, searching for scraps of reality in this insane, blissed-out state.

“Jenna, honey, have you met me?” Branden grins down at me. He’s got an incredible smile. This is the brightest I’ve ever seen it shine. “Fast is kind of my M.O.”

When he kisses me, it feels like campfire burning through the middle of the night.