I don’t believe for a second that this is the last time I’ll kiss Ethan.

His hands, his lips, every inch of him has this urgency about him, intense and overwhelming. I should be afraid.

But I’m not. I know there’s a killer out there, looking to finish the job they started years ago. I know that the last time Ethan’s enemies sent men against him, others ended up hurt, and I’m in the crosshairs this time.

I just don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me. All I want is to be with him. I don’t know how this happened, at what point I decided that a life without Ethan wasn’t a life worth living, but that’s where I am now.

I think it was the moment that I realized I was pregnant with his kid. Or the moment he kissed me, or the moment he brought me into his house. It’s hard to really pinpoint the exact second.

But it’s how I feel now. My life before him was fine, nothing special. I worked, I ate, I slept, and I did that day in and day out. I don’t have many close friends, I don’t have a boyfriend, nothing like that. I wasn’t really living before Ethan, but ever since coming here, I realize that I’m so alive.

If we get through this day, I don’t know what we’ll do from there. Shelly’s right, I can’t have a baby with Ethan if we’re on the run. He said he’ll find some way to get us out of this, and I believe him. I just have to have faith.

So when he takes off my clothes, lips against my neck, hands on my breasts, I don’t think this is the last time he’s going to make me gasp. I don’t think it’s even close to the last time that I’ll unbutton his pants, tug them down over his hips, get on my knees, and take his thick cock between my lips.

That groan as I let him slide into my throat is a groan I know I’ll hear over and over and over.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “God damn. You feel so fucking good.”

I suck his cock fast, taking him deep, suppressing my gag. I’m surprised by how badly I need this right now.

I taste him, sucking him hard, sliding my hands along his shaft, and slowly all of my fear starts to evaporate. I’d be insane not to be nervous, but feeling him like this, hearing him groan, tasting his cock, it takes me away from what’s about to happen.

The future’s still uncertain. It’s dark, terrifying, and coming sooner than I want, but I can still embrace the present. I can embrace my life with Ethan, and I can hope.

That’s the thing, and it hits me hard. I suddenly realize why I need to taste him and feel him like this. The baby growing inside of me, Ethan’s desire to take care of us, it all gives me hope.

I haven’t had hope in a long time. I’ve just been living life, going from one day to the next, but I never really felt alive. The future never mattered to me, not really. This moment, though, his cock in my mouth, his body hard against me, this moment makes me realize that I love the present, and I want so much more of it.

He pulls me to my feet, kissing me hard and deep and I know it’s more than just a kiss. It’s a promise for something, although I’m not sure what yet.

He pulls my top off, pulls off the baggy jeans, and he pushes me onto the bed. He spreads my legs wide as he kneels down between them and starts to suck and lick my clit, tongue lapping me up, moving up along my pussy.

I gasp in deep breaths, letting the pleasure wash over me. I let him take me completely, make me his, make me feel good. I’m anchored in the moment by this intensity that’s rolling down my spine as his hands grip my hips, as he sucks and licks my pussy. I groan and move my hips, hands lacing through his hair, gripping it and pulling softly, tugging him closer and closer, needing more and more. He responds by licking me faster, tongue moving in circles and grinding down along my clit, making my whole body tense, my spine curl, my toes flex. It’s almost hard work, feeling this good, and I can barely take it. I’m walking right along that fine line between too much and just enough, and it feels so fucking incredible that I can’t stop myself.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I gasp out suddenly. “Oh, shit, fuck me. Please, I need it right now.”

He smirks but he gives me what I want. I watch as he finishes undressing, grabs my legs, pulls me to the edge of the bed, and slides his thick cock between my legs. He pulls my calves onto his shoulders as he rolls me up slightly, pushing even deeper, making me gasp with pleasure and pain.

He’s so thick, I don’t know how I can even fit him, but he knows what he’s doing. Slowly at first, gently, getting me used to him, getting me ready for him, before he starts to fuck me faster. I can feel my breasts bounce as he slams into me, and his hands grip my hips, tease my nipples, slap my ass. He puts a thumb between my lips and I suck it as he fucks me deep and slow, rough stroke after rough stroke.

He slides me over onto my side, left leg over the right leg, cock still inside me. He slaps my ass as he fucks me like this, moving faster, my pussy tightening even more around his thick cock. I don’t know how he does it, managing to find new angles, new ways to make me feel something intense, but he doesn’t hold back.

He wrecks me, slams into me, big body intense and muscular and fuck, he’s my big Daddy, and I feel so fucking good I can barely breathe.

He turns me around then, pushing me further onto the bed, climbing up behind me. He grabs my wrists, pulling them back toward him, holding tight as my face goes down into a pillow. He rocks into me, fucking me hard from behind, gripping my wrists and keeping me locked there.

I love it, I love being dominated, controlled, fucked deep and rough by my big bad mountain Daddy. My whole world zeroes into a single point between my legs of pressure, intensity, pleasure, and motion. I’m a blurred existence of subservience and need, and that’s more than enough for me, more than good enough. Everything inside of me tightens, contracting further onto his big cock, and I’m aware only of his rough hands on my skin and his breath against my back as he pulls me upward, letting my wrists go as he pulls me back onto my knees, his lips at my throat.

“I could taste this every fucking hour of every fucking day,” he whispers. “This tight little cunt, this dripping fucking pussy. I want to turn you inside out, make you scream and beg and do things you never thought you’d do, all because you need my fucking cock.”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” I whisper to him, “fuck, Daddy, anything.”

He groans and pushes me forward again. He pulls his cock from my pussy and I hear him spit in his hand and rub it all over himself. I watch as he slowly presses a finger in my ass, sending shivers down my spine, and I suddenly want this more than I’ve wanted anything else before.

He presses his cock inside of me then. I gasp as pain and pleasure mix again, my ass barely fitting him. He slides himself deep into me and rocks back out, easing me into it, taking me through the first motions of getting used to a new sensation.

And it feels good. I’m shocked, but it does. “I can tell you’re already relaxing,” he whispers. “All you have to do is take my big cock. I’m going to come inside your pretty little ass, you know that, right?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, pleasure shivering down my spine.

“Good girl.”

He starts to fuck me faster. He rocks back and forth and I wiggle my hips, getting a better angle, feeling that intense fullness and pressure as he fills my ass up. I’ve never given myself like this to a man before, never given myself up completely, but he makes me want to do fucking filthy things. I groan and gasp as he fucks me faster, hips pumping and pushing further into me.

I grip the sheets as he leans forward and starts to rub my clit. It’s such a strange and incredible feeling, that mingling of pleasure and pain, his cock in my ass fucking me, his fingers on my clit stroking me. I love it, I can’t pretend like I don’t, as I start to pant his name over and over and over.

I know I’m going to come, and it happens sooner than I thought it would. I groan, arching my back, sweat beading my skin. He thrusts deeper into my ass, fingers still deftly working my clit, and the orgasm starts in my ass, spreading outwards, groping through my pores and fingers, blinding me, filling me. My whole body twitches, tensing, my lungs gasping for air.

That sets him off. I can feel him come inside me, another new sensation, but one that only heightens my own orgasm. We come together, working in tandem, grunts and groans and moans of pleasure.

Slowly the orgasms both pass, and we collapse down onto the sheets together. He pulls me close against him, nuzzling up close, and I kiss his head, smiling huge.

“That’s not what I expected,” I say.

“Do you want me to only do what you expect?” he asks.

“No,” I say, grinning. “Not at all.”

“Good.” He grins back and kisses me, and I know I made the right decision.

I’m in this now, and I’m not going anywhere. There’s nowhere else in this world for me.