I closed the blade and replaced it in the box. “Since you won’t be wearing shirts without a bra, I fail to see why you need one that doesn’t allow it.”
The top had molded to her chest to keep things...supported. So, when I sliced the front in half, the sides had immediately popped open, allowing her luscious tits to spill free. I drank in the sight of the pale globes with the rosy tips, and my mouth watered in anticipation of tasting one of new favorite sucking candies.
But if I didn’t release my cock from its confinement, I was afraid I might pass out from the pain. I scrambled off the bed and speedily shed my clothes before crawling back onto the bed and straddling London once again. My dick bobbed against my stomach as I settled myself over her. Her eyes were glued to it, and as though it knew, precome leaked from the tip and dripped down the side. London licked her lips, and I groaned, grabbing the base and squeezing to ward off an impending orgasm.
“Do you want this in your mouth, baby girl?” I rasped.
She shifted restlessly, then glanced up at me with bright red cheeks. Shyly, she nodded, and I gripped myself even harder. Just the thought of her innocent mouth wrapped around my cock was enough to push me over the edge if I let it. I debated what to do because until she was carrying my baby, I wasn’t going to waste a drop of my come outside her pussy. Then she eyed my shaft again and licked her lips. “Fuck,” I grunted. Slowly, I shifted up the bed until I was almost over her face. “I’m going to let you have a taste, baby girl.” I grabbed her chin between my thumb and index finger, lifting her face so she had to look at me. Then I narrowed my eyes and warned, “Until you make me a daddy, I only come in your pussy. If you make me come in your mouth, I’m going to blister your pretty little ass. Is that clear?”
London gaped at me, and I placed my hand at her throat, applying just a hair of pressure. “London?” Then her eyes dropped to the red, bulbous tip, again dripping with arousal. She swallowed hard and eagerly nodded. “Good girl,” I praised. I maneuvered another pillow under her so she was almost reclining, putting her at a better angle to take my long, fat cock in her mouth.
“Open wide, baby girl,” I commanded. She obeyed right away, and I smiled before drawing a finger tenderly down her cheek. “Good. I’m big, so you may not be able to take much your first time. Eventually, I’ll teach you how to control your gag reflex and take all of me down your throat. But I’m only giving you a taste today.”
Her head jerked up and down in acknowledgment, and she opened wider. Son of a bitch. She was going to kill me. I prayed for control as I pushed my cock down and traced her lips with the tip, leaving a glistening trail behind. London’s pink tongue darted out to lick up the moisture, and she hummed happily, making me question my decision one more time. I had no fucking clue how I was going to keep from shooting my load down her throat.
After a few deep breaths and an internal lecture to my cock, I fed her a couple of inches, then stopped to let her adjust. Her mouth was already stretching around my girth, and her eyes watered. Shit. I was too fucking big for her mouth. I started to pull back, but London shook her head and made a sound of protest before sucking hard. “Shit!” I shouted as streaks of intense pleasure blew through my entire body, causing me to buck my hips and accidentally shove more of my cock into her mouth. She licked up the vein underneath before clamping her lips around me and sucking hard again. Her mouth was like a fucking Hoover, and I had to lean forward to brace my hands on the headboard because my body seemed to be liquefying from the onslaught of ecstasy.
My mind was slipping from my grasp, and some part of me knew I needed to get back in control because I was beginning to fuck London’s mouth, going farther and farther in with every thrust. But I didn’t know how to stop. Watching my hardness disappear inside her rosebud mouth was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen.
“Baby girl,” I panted, barely able to get out any sound around the groans and grunts escaping my mouth. “You—oh, fuck—oh, yeah. Fuck! You have to—fuck, that’s good—you have to stop. I’m going to come.” Suddenly, she gagged and swallowed so hard I threw my head back and roared as I came, releasing hot, salty come down her throat. Her eyes were leaking tears, and she was struggling to breathe, but she continued to swallow until I was done. The second my head cleared just a tiny bit, I yanked my cock out of her mouth, and we both heaved, trying to catch our breath.
London licked her lips and looked up at me with a smile that reminded me of the cat that ate the canary. I’d been prepared to let this slide because I thought it had been an accident. However, her expression implied otherwise, and I glared at her, my hands already itching for what was going to happen next. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you, little minx?”
She widened her eyes and adopted an innocent expression as she shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dr. Grey.”
My dick hadn’t softened, and just like that, I was ready to go again. But not before I taught London a lesson. “You made me waste my seed down your throat, London,” I growled. “And called me Dr. Grey when I didn’t ask. Do you remember what I said would happen if you did that?”
She nodded, but she bit her lip, and her expression turned a little uncertain.
“Don’t worry too much. I’d never really hurt you.” I swung my leg over so I was kneeling at her side, then moved down so I could get a good grip on her wide hips. I had her flipped over onto her stomach in the blink of an eye. Damn...she has a perfect ass.
I slapped one ass cheek, and my cock twitched as I watched it jiggle and the skin turn pink. London yelped and looked at me over her shoulder, her mouth open in astonishment.
“But I promised I’d never lie to you, baby girl. Did you think that didn’t extend to your punishments?” Without waiting for an answer, I spanked her other globe and admired the blush it created on her pale skin. I meted out equal spankings to each cheek until London’s ass was red and her hips were grinding into the bed as she cried out into a pillow. I knew spanking her would drive her crazy with need, which was why I didn’t stop until I knew she’d feel it every time she sat the next day. It was meant to heighten her pleasure and punish her at the same time.
My cock was leaking like a sieve, and my balls were threatening to burst if I didn’t get inside her. I took the pillows out from beneath her chest, then climbed over her legs and took hold of her hips again. I lifted her until her ass was in the air with her knees planted on the mattress. I didn’t have to push her torso down because her hands were still secured to the headboard, putting her in just the position I wanted.
My hands glided over her stinging skin, and she hissed before it became a moan when I spread her cheeks and slid my cock between them. Then I drew the tip down and let it tickle her asshole for a second before positioning it at her pussy. She’d been a virgin when I took her that afternoon, so instead of slamming in like my body was begging me to do, I eased in, testing to see how she was feeling. Her muscles were still tight as fuck, and I was breathing hard with the effort to push in slowly, stretching her again so she could accommodate my large shaft.
“Liam,” she whimpered as she wiggled her ass edgily. “Please. Pleeeease.”
“You want it all, baby girl?”
“Yes, oh, yes,” she moaned.
I halted and frowned as I asked, “Your pussy is already going to be sore. I don’t want to hurt you more by being too rough.”
“It hurts more that you are going so slow, Liam. Please, stop teasing me. I need you. I want it rough; I want you to take me hard. Please, Dr. Grey?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was weak as shit when she did that. It was like a magnet that called every drop of my blood down to my dick and blew all rational thought into smithereens. I clutched her perfect birthing hips in my hands and slammed inside her so hard the bed rammed into the wall.
“Yes!”
“Fuck!”
We shouted at the same time as I bottomed out inside her. Her pussy walls grabbed hold of my cock
and tried not to let go. But I was stronger, and the wild, animalistic side of me had come screaming to the surface. My hands slid down to wrap around her thick thighs and elevate her a little more so the next time I pulled out and drove back in, my cock rubbed over her clit. My body took over, and I pounded into London. The sound of the beating the wall was taking from the headboard joined London’s screams of ecstasy.
“Liam! Oh, yes! Yes! YES!”
Sweat dripped from my temples onto the damp skin of her back as I bent over her, ramming in and out with all my strength. “Fuck, yes! Fuck! You feel so fucking good, baby girl. Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby. Fuck! Yes! Oh, Fuck!”
“Liam!” London cried as she shoved her ass back to meet my harsh thrusts. “I’m, oh, oh! Oh, Liam! I’m going to come.”
Thank fuck for that because my balls were drawn up tight as a drum, and the tingling in my spine had started spreading. “Come, baby girl,” I demanded. “Come around my cock. I’ll be right behind you, and I want to feel your pussy milking my cock of every drop of my spunk, baby girl. Take it all and make me a daddy.”
London tensed for a moment, then she buried her face in the bedspread and screamed as she shattered apart. Her orgasm pulsed through her sex, and her inner muscles squeezed so hard I had to push with all my strength to bottom out in her one last time before I let go. “London!” I roared as I ejaculated wave after wave of seed into her ripe, unprotected womb.
After we were both spent and utterly exhausted, I untied her and snuggled her into my side. “Are you alright?” I whispered as I rubbed my beard over the crown of her head. “Did I hurt you?”
“You mean besides the pain I’m going to feel every time I sit down for the next few days?” Her tone was dry, but it was underscored with amusement.
“Yes,” I agreed, adopting a jovial tone. “Besides that. You earned that punishment, baby girl.” She looked up at me, and I gave her a devilish grin. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it. And you and I both know it made you hot as fuck. Don’t think I didn’t see you rubbing against the blanket for relief.”
She blushed and buried her face in my chest, making me chuckle. “Seriously, though,” I murmured.
London lifted her head again and smiled at me with complete joy and satisfaction. “It was perfect, and I’m perfect, and you're perfect…”
I laughed and gave her a quick kiss. Anything more than that and I was afraid my dick would wake up. I was too fucking tired, and my baby girl needed to rest her pussy because I intended to keep my word and fill her up until she was growing our baby.
“Go to sleep, baby girl. I love you.”
London sighed and cuddled a little closer. “I love you too, Liam.”
Once her breathing had evened out, I shifted onto my back, being careful not to wake her. Then I stretched out my arm toward the little box again. This time, I removed the most important thing in there. London’s head had fallen onto my chest, and her left hand rested on my stomach. Gently, I slipped the platinum ring with the five-carat pink diamond onto her third finger. Contentment stole over me, and I sighed, feeling at peace after two years of restlessness I hadn’t realized had been there.
Only love could make me feel like this. Only London’s love.
Epilogue
London
Liam and I had only been together for a month, but it felt like so much longer with the easy way we meshed our lives together. He’d hired a mover the morning after our first night together, and I was officially moved into his house—our home—by that weekend. Only a few days later, he landed a position at Columbia University and met with his boss to deliver the bad news. When she offered him more money and a lighter schedule, he’d finally been forced to tell her that he could no longer work at NYU due to a conflict of interest since his fiancée—me!—was a new student there. Not wanting to open a can of worms, she quickly backed off, and I had a new professor in class the following week.
The most difficult part of our relationship had been telling my parents. My mom had been cool about it, but my dad practically blew a gasket when he found out I’d moved in with some guy he’d never met before, who was almost twice my age—his words, not mine. But my mom pointed out how hypocritical he was being since their relationship had started in a very similar fashion. After Liam had a long talk with him, he’d accepted it and even gave us his blessing.
It was a good thing, too, because Liam’s plan to get me barefoot and pregnant moved quicker than I’d expected. With his arms wrapped around me and his chin resting on my shoulder, we stared down at the test I’d just taken. “I’m pregnant,” I whispered in awe.
Liam turned me around and fell to his knees in front of me. Then he pressed a kiss to my belly before dropping his forehead against it. His arms wrapped around me, and he held me tight as he rasped, “You're carrying my baby.”
“Yeah, but that can’t be too much of a surprise, considering how much effort you’ve put into making sure it happened,” I teased, my lips curving up in a big grin.
He chuckled as he rose to his feet and swept me off mine. Carrying me into our bedroom, he gently placed me on the mattress. “It’s a good thing you and your mom have been working hard on the wedding.”
“Like you gave us any choice,” I snorted, shaking my head as I remembered his demand that we throw together my dream wedding in six weeks or less because he wasn’t willing to wait a minute longer to make me his wife. We only had two more weeks to go, and I was so excited for our big day.
He shrugged his broad shoulders and grinned. “Hey, baby girl, you could have agreed to marry me at city hall instead.”
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “Whatever.”
He started to lean toward me when his cell phone rang. Pausing, he pulled it from his pocket. After glancing at the screen to see who was calling, he grinned and held up a finger to let me know he needed to take the call. “Hey, you’ve got great timing.”
I wasn’t sure who was on the other line and couldn’t hear what they were saying, but there was no missing the feminine tone. I jerked into a sitting position and glared at Liam, more than a little irritated that he’d interrupted our moment to talk to some other woman. Whoever it was, just seeing her name on his phone had made him smile, and I liked that even less. Glaring up at him, I curved my lips down in a pout as I moved to my knees and leaned toward him. When his gaze dropped to my boobs, I took advantage of his distraction to steal the phone away from him. “Hey,” he grumbled.
I ignored him as I said, “Hello, this is London Kennedy, soon-to-be Grey. Who’s this?”
“London? Oh, my goodness, I’m so excited to hear your voice! Liam has been such a greedy guy, keeping you all to himself,” the woman on the other end of the line prattled.
Liam sat down on the mattress and laughed. Grinning, he said, “Annie tends to talk over people. Good luck getting a word in.”
“Annie as an Annika?” I asked, feeling relieved now that I knew she was the woman he considered to be family.
“Yes,” she answered instead of Liam. “Sorry! I talk a lot when I’m excited, and since I’ve been dying to meet the woman my brother fell in love with, my excitement is at an all-time high. He finally gave me a sister!”
Sister. This day really was turning out to be the best ever. “I’ve always wanted another sister!”
“And hopefully to be an aunt since my kids are looking forward to the trip to the States for the wedding.”
I was looking forward to meeting her twin sons as well. I’d even made them special shirts to wear at some point during their trip. “You better be ready for aunt duty, too.”
“Oh my gosh! Are you pregnant?” she screamed.
At that point, Liam reclaimed the phone and let Annie know that we’d just found out. While he was wrapping up the call, I grabbed my phone and pulled up my mom’s number.
“Come back here, baby girl,” Liam grumbled from the mattress, snagging my wrist and pulling me closer to the bed. “We need to celebrate the bi
g news, just the two of us.”
As good as his suggestion sounded, I had one thing I needed to do first. “I didn’t mean to tell Annie about the baby like that, but now that the cat’s out of the bag, I’d better call my mom to let her know. She’ll never forgive me if she finds out I waited after someone else knew.”
He waved his hand to hurry me along, and I put the call on speaker as soon as the phone started to ring. “Hey, sweetie.”
“Hi, Mom.” Hearing her voice and knowing I had my own child nestled in my womb made my eyes tear up. Liam jumped off the bed and held me close as I continued, “Is Dad there? I have some news I wanted to share with you both.”
“Sure, let me get him.” She must have covered the phone with her hand because the sound was muffled as she called, “Jamie! London’s on the phone and wants to talk to you, too.”
About thirty seconds later—his quickness wasn’t a surprise since my dad still stuck as close to my mom as he could all these years later—my dad said, “I’m here. What’s going on? Are you okay? Do you need us to come over? Where’s Liam?”
“I’m right here,” he answered, shaking his head with a sigh. “And everything is more than okay. It’s fan-fucking-tastic.”
“Surprise! We’re pregnant!” I cried.
“Oh my gosh, a grandbaby,” my mom wailed.
“Calm down, peaches,” my dad soothed her, and I knew she must be crying—which made my tears stream down my cheeks. “That’s wonderful news, London. Liam?”
“Yes, Jamison?”
“You’re lucky the wedding is in two weeks,” my dad grumbled, the implied threat of what he wanted to do to the man who’d knocked his daughter up clear in his tone.
“I’ve been lucky since the moment I first laid eyes on her,” Liam corrected with a smile.
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