***Faya***

 

“It’s your fault,” I growl and throw a box of tampons across the bathroom.

He dodges easily as the box hits the wall behind him, making it rain white bullets all over the damn floor.

“Now, sweetheart,” the idiot starts.

“Don’t sweetheart me,” I seethe.

The man chuckles. Chuckles!

Glancing around me, I try to find something else to throw at his head. Ah, my wooden hairbrush. Before I can pull my hand back, I’m being swirled around and pinned to the bathroom wall.

“Sweetheart…” His smile is taunting me. “You know it’s the hormones speaking.”

Maybe I should knee him in the balls. That’s where the cause of all of this started, right?

“I hope it’s a girl, and that our daughter takes after her mother. I’d be damn proud.” Ugh. His words make me sag against him.

“But we just thought about trying to get pregnant like a second ago. How can your cum take one glance and hit home? That’s not normal you know. I was thinking I had a chance to prepare, read books, something.” Stupid logic, I know. I’m just freaking out.

He trails his nose along my neck, making my body shiver. “You can’t be prepared for what’s coming, Faya. Haven’t you learned that yet? But we’re handling it together, starting a family. Hey, you might carry twins.”

“Shut up. Shut up because you had me chilling out before you mentioned the word twins. Do twins run in your family?” I question. “Please say no, please say no, please say no,” I chant in a whisper.

“No twins, baby...just a whole lot of brothers.” He chuckles while I sigh in relief.

His fingers trail down my body, finding the place between my legs.

“How about I worship your body for the rest of the day, sweetheart?” The huskiness of his voice is shooting desire through my body while my pussy is getting wet with every stroke of his finger over my thong covered clit.

Crane lifts me up, my legs wrap around his waist as he pulls my thong to the side. His dick nudges at my entrance. Slowly he slides inside while we both moan in contentment. He turns and places my ass on the counter, freeing up his hands.

One hand sneaks up underneath my shirt to pull down my bra. I feel his fingers grace my nipple as he pinches it, making me gasp into his mouth while he growls and starts to pump harder into my pussy. My nails dig into his shoulder, trying to pull him even closer, while the heel of my foot presses against his ass. I need more.

 “Feel the need to pull me closer, sweetheart? Is my cock not lodged deep enough for your tight cunt?” Again with the chuckles.

“Stop laughing. Give me more,” I growl.

I gasp when he pulls out, spins me around and smacks my ass so hard I’m sure his handprint will be there for the next two weeks.

“You want more, sweetheart? Better put your hands on the counter and hold on then.” His pelvis connects with my body, filling me up with one hard stroke that has his balls curl around, smacking against me.

His rough breathing, the slapping of bodies, my moans, his grunts. The whole bathroom echoes with the intensity of our raw fucking.

His hand appears in front of my face, his thumb sliding over my lips. “Lube it up for me,” he growls.

My tongue swirls around it before I bite down, letting him know I’ve done what he asked. Disappearing from my mouth, I feel something pressing against my ass the next instant. His dick is pumping my pussy while his thumb is now fucking my ass. The feeling of being filled up by him in two places while he’s leaning over me is intense.

Crane’s other hand is on my shoulder, keeping me in place so he can fuck me even harder. His mouth is next to my ear, grunting his pleasure. It’s got me wrapped in a tight blanket of the love he consumes and surrounds me with.

“Love.” Another moan escapes me. “You,” I breathe.

His hips falter before he picks up even more speed. “Fucking love you too,” he growls right before my orgasm hits and I feel his seed pulse in hard strokes inside me.

Nothing is more perfect than this moment right here. Two bodies connected, life starting to grow inside my belly, and the future that’s about to start for all of us.

“Damn perfect,” Crane mutters.

I couldn’t agree more.

 

THE END