Chapter 27

Carter

I lay June down gently.

I’m ready to take her again, but this time with a little more care.

The floor is sleek and glossy beneath us. June’s chestnut waves cascade across the hardwood as I cradle her in my arms.

One hand caresses the back of her skull. The other holds the small of her back. She spreads her thighs for me, and I move between them instinctively.

Perfect fucking fit.

It doesn’t take long for my cock to come to life again. It seems the mere proximity of June and her pussy is more than enough for that.

I free my hands from beneath her just so I can stroke her beautiful fucking skin. June tilts her head back, gasping as I position my cock against her tight, slick pussy.

My fingers pet her possessively, sliding down her neck, over her breasts—until finally, they reach her stomach.

There’s a small swell between us where our child grows.

I smooth my hands around it for a moment, entranced by what my cum has done to June’s perfect body—her hard, sensitive nipples and her womanly curves.

It’s an improvement, as far as I’m concerned. When I first saw her, I never thought she could be more beautiful.

Seeing her now, I know I was wrong.

The glow I saw around her earlier has intensified. I’m not sure if it’s the pregnancy glow or just her fucking aura.

I’ve heard people bandy the term aura around as though they’re fucking experts when I know they have no fucking idea.

If an aura is the light someone gives off, then June’s aura is fucking golden. When I saw the halo over her earlier, I swear I thought I was going to fuck an angel.

As far as I’m concerned, she is an angel.

My angel.

My body gently rubs against hers.

The wild animal in me, the one that ravished her just a little while ago, is back in its box. I’ve tamed it.

For the time being, at least.

“You know you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, June,” I whisper into her ear.

Her cheeks flush with color.

Now she looks even hotter, which I didn’t think was even possible.

Suddenly, the urgency I was feeling is gone. I want to slow time down. I want to make this moment last as long as possible.

I can still hear the rain beating against the window, but the storm itself seems to have passed. The thunder and lightning have moved on. Maybe they’ve taken the animal inside me with them.

This was not like last time. This time, I want to be gentle, but I still want to make absolutely fucking certain she gets all the pleasure she deserves.

Which is a fucking lot.

My index finger traces an invisible line on her lips. Almost without thinking, my hand moves to her pussy, scoops up her own juices, and then goes back up to her lips.

Tentatively, her tongue pokes out to taste.

Before she can lick my finger clean, I put it in my own mouth.

“Not too sweet…not too salty…just right,” I announce and move my hand back to her pussy.

Her eyes follow my every move.

This time, I don’t give her a taste but take it all myself.

“I think I’ll need to get a better taste of this delicious elixir of life.”

At my words, she giggles.

Her laughter is music to my wounded soul.

Slowly, I let my tongue trace random lines along her chest, breasts, and belly until I reach her pussy.

Here, my tongue zooms in to find her clit. Back and forth I go.

Her moans spur me on. Her earlier resistance is gone…melted away.

As my tongue works its magic on her pussy, I leave my hand on the special space where our baby is growing.

This is where my hand will be spending a lot of time. I can’t wait for her tummy to grow and expand to make room for the new member of our family.

I can’t help but wonder if he or she will look like June or me?

If it’s a girl, I hope it will be the spitting image of her mother. Nothing wrong if it’s a boy who gets some of my looks, but a girl should be all her mother.

June’s quivering a little, and I decide it’s time to stop what I’m doing and shift gears.

Gently, I glide back up and rest my arms on either side of her.

“Do you need a cushion?” I ask, concerned she’s okay.

June shakes her head. “I just need you,” she whispers.

I’m not sure, but I think there’s a tear in her eye.

“You’ve got me right here,” I say and take this opportunity to let my cock slide into her tight pussy.

Slowly and gently, I move all the way in.

“Tell me if it hurts,” I whisper, and June nods.

I have my weight supported on my arms, because I don’t want to squash her belly. I don’t want to hurt her or the baby.

Now I start slowly moving in and out of her, my eyes locked on to hers. If she shows any sign of distress, I’ll pull out immediately.

The internal struggle starts up once more. The wild animal from earlier is making a cameo. In fact, he’s chomping at the fucking bit, bursting to be let out again.

For June’s sake, there is no goddamn way I’m going to let him come out again.

Fortunately, I think he’s getting the message, because—at least right now—the urge to be tender and gentle with this angel of a woman is overtaking everything.

My position shifts slightly so I can kiss her as I find a comfortable rhythm—something a little speedier than snail’s pace, but not as fast as a V-eight engine.

June seems to be doing okay.

“You let me know if it hurts.”

There’s no response. Maybe her head moved a tiny bit in a nod.

As I move in and out of her tight pussy, I feel her walls grab my cock, as if milking me.

Holy fuck.

The sensation leaves me with a burning desire.

Fire spreads through me.

The intensity increases, and soon, the blaze turns into a raging inferno.

June starts to quiver and shake beneath me. Her body tenses in a way that tells me she’s going to come soon.

The feeling is mutual—my cock is just about ready to release another massive load of cum into her. If she wasn’t pregnant already, I bet she would be after the coming deluge.

With the thought of getting her pregnant and doing this all over again and again, the release comes.

It’s like the valve on a pressure cooker bursting.

As I shoot my massive load into her, it’s like there’s a fucking volcano erupting inside of me, spewing heat and molten lava everywhere.

The eruption is overwhelming, and I have to consciously restrain myself from leaning forward and biting her neck.

Instead of letting the wild animal become a fucking vampire, I simply keep my eyes focused on hers.

When I look into those hazel eyes, I see nothing but honesty and sincerity.

She’s the real fucking deal, and there’s nothing fake about her—unlike Chantal.

Why am I even thinking about the bitch right now? What’s wrong with me?

Instead of just lying on top her, I pull June into my arms. My arms stay underneath, cradling her. June slowly wraps her arms around me, bringing me even closer to her.

We hold each other silently. Words don’t seem necessary. We’re both lost in our own thoughts—and in each other.

I can tell by the way June nuzzles into me that she’s seeking comfort and reassurance. I want to give her those things, but am I even fucking capable of that?

Those nagging doubts from earlier come back to haunt me. What if I really am just like my father?

Am I destined to have bastard children all over the world?

Those are my thoughts, but what is June thinking about right now? I wonder if she’s daydreaming about our baby, or if she’s thinking about her dad and the home she left behind.

Of course, my own thoughts are totally fucking random. There’s so much I need to figure out, it’s not fucking funny.

One thing I’m going to have to learn to deal with—in my own time, and in my own mind —is Lawrence and Chantal.

If there’s really a baby, I’ll need to deal with that, too.

It still seems highly unlikely Chantal is pregnant. The longer I think about it, the more convinced I am that they’ve concocted this story to get to me.

Looks like they succeeded, from the amount I think about it.

“Ready?” I release June out of our embrace.

“For what?”

“To start the day. You know, get ready for work and all that sort of stuff,” I reply and get to my feet.

I hold out my hands toward hers.

With one big pull, I’ve got her on her feet. She sways a little, and protectively, I wrap an arm around her waist.

“Maybe you should stay here?” I suggest.

She shakes her head.

“I’m fine,” she says, and I watch her closely as she walks to the bathroom.

A strange feeling settles in the pit of my stomach—a feeling I can’t shake.

I needed to get ready to face the day.