Brawler (27 page)

“You really love me?”

“I do.”

“You’ll really fucking marry me?”

“I will.”

“When?”

“When?” she asks. “Shouldn’t we set a date or something?”

“Fuck that,” I tell her, grabbing her arm, ready to hit City Hall if I have to. “We’re doing this as soon as possible.”

“What’s the rush?” she asks, laughing and taking her arm back.

“My Queen is carrying our Prince in there,” I tell, her rubbing her belly. “I want this shit legit, like now.”

“What if I’m carrying a Princess?” she asks, and I freeze.

“It has to be a Prince,” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I —” I stutter to get the words out.

“Jonas,” she asks. “Why a Prince?”

“You’re my Princess,” I whisper. “How will I handle two of you?”

“If you marry me —”

“When I marry you,” I tell her.

“When you marry me,” she starts, “since I’ll be Queen, my first order of business is to find out what we’re having. What do you think?”

“I think I’ll be happy either way, but girls are so sensitive and shit and I —” I whisper.

“Jonas.”

“Yeah, Princess?”

“I need you now.”

“Is it safe?” I ask, worried. “I mean, I won’t hurt the baby, will I? What if I smash his head in with my cock or something? That is not how I want to meet my kid.”

“Not to crush your manhood or anything,” she giggles, “but I promise you, it won’t get anywhere near the baby.”

“You’re sure?”

“Jonas.”

“Yeah?”

“Now,” she says, pulling me on top of her.

New fears and old anxieties start to pull me under, but in her usual way, the only way Macy can, she senses it and rescues me from it.

“I have one request,” I tell her.

“Name it,” she says, smiling up at me.

“Call me Captain,” I force out, hoping she doesn’t laugh.

“With pleasure,” she says, pulling my mouth down so she can attach herself to it gently. Exploring her mouth, it takes just the press of her skin against mine to make me moan. When I do she kisses me deeper, grabs me harder. She starts undressing me slowly, watching me for a reaction. The only one I can give her is another moan, this one in satisfaction. The pleasure of finally having her here, looking at her face, touching her body, worshiping her mouth. Once my shirt is gone, she goes for my jeans, so I lean back granting her access. I want to talk but I stay quiet because the fear of ruining this is riding me. Again, she senses my inner battle and saves me from it.

“Look at me, Captain.”

Looking up she gives me that smile, the one meant for me and me only. Smiling back, I tell her what I’m thinking because I have so many words but no idea how to voice them.

“Thank you,” I tell her, but I can see she isn’t sure what I’m thanking her for, so I finish. “For coming back, forgiving me, and making me the luckiest motherfucker in the world.”

She smiles again, leans in, and nuzzles my neck, and whispers to me. “Thank you for my palace, loving me, and giving me a family.”

Running my hands into her thick hair I whisper back, “My swimmers are like Louganis.”

Then she gasps, rearing back to look at me, and yep, I fucked it up.

“Louganis, huh?” she giggles. “Wanna know the best part of being knocked up, Captain?”

“Breast milk?”

“Oh ew!” she says, scrunching up her face. “I was going to say not pulling out, but clearly you’ve thought about this.”

“Sucking on your tits? No shit I have. When does your milk come in anyway?”

“Oh my god, I’m going to forget you said that.”

“I know you know, Princess.”

“Of course I do.”

“Well?”

“Well, suck on them and see if you can get things going, then.”

So that’s what I do. Paying attention to each one I suck, tug, knead, and nibble, and dammit, nothing. Well, not nothing. She’s moaning and grabbing my shoulders, but I’m coming up dry.

“Last trimester,” she moans.

“Huh?” I ask, her running my fingers over her rock-hard nipples.

“Milk,” she whimpers. “Comes in last trimester.”

“Oh,” I say, disappointed.

“I need you, Jonas,” she begs, pulling me down to her.

“I don’t want to hurt your stomach, Princess.”

“If you don’t fuck me in the next thirty seconds, I swear to god when my milk comes in I’ll bottle that shit and pass it out to the homeless, now get inside me …”

Blinking, I just stare at her, replaying her threat in my head. “You do know that makes no sense right? And it’s just gross, Princess, really.”

“Jonas…”

“Are you hurting, Princess?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need me?”

“God, yes.”

“Who’s milk is that, Princess?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“Still got fifteen seconds left, who’s is it?”

“Yours,” she moans. “You want it, it’s yours now —”

Never let it be said I like my woman to beg much.

W
hen he latches on to my breasts again I’m close to coming unglued. I haven’t had a chance to tell him how sensitive they are, but he’s applying just enough pressure to give me that pleasure-pain sensation, and I can’t bear to have him stop. So when my inner geek showed up, I decided to roll with it, this way we can get off and educated at the same time. Running me hands in his hair I use it as an anchor and begin our lesson.

“My breasts are so sensitive, my nipples especially. You’ve noticed I cry easily because it’s like there’s an amplifier on my emotions, but I have a feeling once you’re inside me you’ll amplify my orgasm too.” When he moans and sucks deeper I remove both hands from his hair and move them into his jeans. Reaching in with my right, I grab hold while pulling his underwear down with the left, freeing him. His grunts assure me I’m on the right track.

“Your mouth is magical,” I tell him while stroking his cock. “Your tongue is so wet and warm.” When he gives me a tortured
mmhmm
I continue. “I want to feel it between my legs, Captain.”

He mumbles a “Fuck yes,” so I stroke him harder, faster, and deeper.

“I want to suck you too,” I tell him. “Missed your cock so much.” When he nods eagerly while biting my nipple, I take the next step, hoping he doesn’t shut me down.

“Get on your back for me, Captain,” I tell him while removing my hands, and slowly prying him from my breasts. Looking up at me he looks … hungry.

“Princess, I was happy where I was.”

“I’m about to make both of us a whole lot happier,” I advise him.

Reluctantly he lies back; when he looks comfortable, I turn around and straddle him with my ass in his face. Looking over my shoulder I let him know what comes next. “I’m going to suck you and you’re going to devour me, okay, Captain? Call it a two for one.”

When he’s quiet, my nerve starts to falter. Looking further over my shoulder I just see him staring. He’s deep in thought, and if possible, he looks even hungrier. Taking the first step I lean down to take him in my mouth while raising my ass even higher in invitation. He tenses when I first pull him in, then I feel his hands running over my ass, down my legs, back up, and then he runs a finger over my slit, causing me to shiver. Sucking him deeper, harder, he adds another finger, which causes me to moan. He follows me with a moan, then suddenly his face is buried, and holy shit he spares no time feasting on me inside and out.

While I do my best to keep up it hits me why I’ve never done this with anyone else, it’s because I was waiting for him. Telling him his mouth was magical wasn’t a lie. He’s giving me such a workout with his tongue, I can’t concentrate on him, at all. Sadly, my own mouth is all over the place. Not that I’ve ever had anyone complain, but even I know I’m giving the world’s worst blow job while getting the best tongue thrashing of my life in return. He’s working me with single-minded focus. His mouth, tongue, chin, everything is deep in there while his hands grip my ass. Just as I was about to take him even deeper into my throat my stomach tightens, my toes curl, and my orgasm reaches out, grabs hold, and forces a scream from my throat.

Ass in the air, face between his legs, all I can do is gasp for air. Holy shit, that was amazing. Suddenly he’s running his hands over my ass, up and down my legs, and when he runs his fingers through the evidence, it’s all I can do not to orgasm again.

“I did that,” he says, filling his fingers with my wetness.

“Mmm,” is all I can manage.

“You’re soaked,” he says, moving me to my lay on my back.

“Told you your mouth was magical.”

“My cock is, too, since I knocked you up first time around.”

“You sound proud of yourself.”

“Fuck yeah I am,” he says, kissing my neck. “So if I don’t pull out, I can’t knock you up twice, can I?”

“No,” I smile at him. “You can enjoy the privileges for a while, though, if you want.”

“Princess,” he whispers.

“Yeah, Captain?”

“I ain’t ever pulling out again. We can have ten kids, I don’t care, long as I come inside you.”

“I’ve never done that before,” I tell him, kissing his throat.

“No? Me, neither. Was that one of the things you wanted to try?”

“Yeah,” I tell him honestly.

“What else do you want to try?”

“I’d like to watch your masturbate,” I whisper. “Now.”

He closes his eyes, swallows twice, grabs my ass, and his hand finds my wet spot again. Moaning, I reach for him, wanting to keep him hard and willing.

“What else?” he asks.

“I’d like you to masturbate for me, and just before you come I want to climb on your lap and sink myself on top of you and ride you hard until you explode,” I tell him, getting hotter with every word I speak. “I want those things with you Jonas, only ever you. But only if you want it, too.”

When he moves over onto his back, takes his boxers all the way off, puts a pillow behind his head, and takes himself in hand, my own hands find the way back between my legs, and any expectations I had fly right out the window, because watching him jerk off in front of me is the hottest fucking moment of my life, and for me he is willing to do it.

Jonas

Don’t blow.

Don’t blow.

Don’t blow.

That’s what I keep telling myself. Until she mentioned it, I hadn’t realized how much I’d get off by doing it. Her eyes are glued to every move I make. When I moan she works her fingers faster, when my breathing picks up, so does hers. I’ve never done this in front of anyone or had anyone do this in front of me. I’m so close, but I want to watch her longer, just like I can tell she wants to watch me longer. Sweat is running from my neck to my back, my ass is wet and clenching, and my balls are so tight it fucking hurts, but nothing compares to the filth falling from her lips.

She’s begging me to go faster, to slow down, to grab my balls, to come in her mouth, on her face and inside of her. She wants me to spank her, pull her hair, fuck her, hold her down, and in between all that she tells me she loves me. She’s mindless, and honest to god? I’m right there with her. When she begs me to say something, I come up blank. She said she likes my filthy mouth, but any filth said was done by accident in the moment. Instead I tell her I’m going to come and, like a shot she jumps up on all fours, climbs up my body, and puts her wet fingers in my mouth. Straddling me I do the only thing I can think of, I suck her fingers focusing on ridding each one of her juice. I want that shit in my body, mingled with my blood, and belonging to me.

Already knowing what comes next, I anchor each hand on a hip, and without thought my cock seeks inside of her. It can’t be denied anymore. She balances herself just on top of me, opens herself with one hand while resting the other on my shoulder, and then like her pussy knows it needs filling, it slides down on my cock until it’s skin on skin.

Dual moans fill the room. She’s panting, I’m grunting, and looking at us connected, I can’t deny the urge to put my hands on her slightly rounded stomach.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she starts to move. Slow at first, more like a rocking back and forth, then she moves her knees flush with my legs and starts bouncing up and down on me, and I just cannot fucking take it. It’s too good. Grabbing her hips again, I use my strength to make the thrusts harder and deeper, and when she cries out I do it even harder. Something primitive comes over me; where it came from, I don’t know, but when I looked up to watch my woman bounce up and down on my cock with rapture on her face, I fucking snap.

Tackling her to her back I roll her onto her side the push her up so she’s on all fours facing away from me. Needing her complete submission I apply pressure to her lower back and she instantly puts her head down on the mattress for me. Spreading her legs I want to stare at my prize, but I can do that later; fucking her is what I needed right now.

 “Not gonna last,” I growl.

Not waiting for permission I take both hands, spread her wide, position myself, grab both hips, and absolutely bury myself deep inside of her. She screams. I about pass out, then realizing I really am going to come, I go at her like a man starved. Pounding her with force and possession, spewing words together not caring if they make sense. Just knowing I need more, I need to be up there as far as possible. I needed to make her mine again, and just as I feel the cum blaze up my balls to shoot out of my cock like a goddamned cannon, I do the only thing I can do.