He kicks open his bedroom door and he lays me on his rumpled sheets. Passion overflows when we kiss and undress each other, stripping each other bare.
I'm flat on my back, staring up at him. Walker braces himself above me and reaches into the bedside drawer. He pulls out a condom.
I lay my hand on his. "We don't need a condom, remember? We're trying to make a baby." I smile. I feel his cock twitch against my leg.
He shakes his head. "Right..."
He drops the condom and I take his cock into my hand. We stare into each other's eyes as I rub him in long, slow strokes. The shudder of his breaths, the strain on his face...I can tell he wants to let go, he wants release. He's holding back for my benefit.
When I lean up and lick the side of his neck, his powerful arms falter. "My god, Penny. You're making me weak..." His eyes flutter.
For me.
A dazed and desperate expression plays on his sexy face. "I need to be inside you.” He lets out a desperate growl. “Are you ready for me?"
My fingers grip the base of his cock and I swipe his crown through my folds. "Yes..."
Together, we shiver.
Walker is panting now. "Good girl..."
He drives his tongue into my mouth while he invades the wet, hungry gates of my womanhood with his thick, hard, bare erection. We cry out at the electrifying sensation.
My pussy stretches and squeezes, trying to accommodate his thickness and his length. Like I always suspected, his manhood is massive. It's almost unbearable. But I don't want him to stop.
"You're so fucking big..." My eyes flutter. I drop my head to the side, nestling into a pillow as his hips pull back.
He runs his tongue across his mouth to lick away his self-satisfied smirk. He grips my waist and gives another deep thrust that makes my fingers clench the sheets. “This big dick of mine isn’t just for decoration, Penelope. I know how to use it, too.”
I should have a response but all I can do is whimper.
The cocky jerk grins wider. “I’m gonna fill every inch of you. And I’m gonna make sure you love it.”
Oh my god. Does Walker Kingston have a filthy mouth? The guy who barely utters a word in day-to-day conversation likes dirty talk in bed? My toes tingle.
In any case, I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me swoon. I chuckle and roll my eyes. I pull him closer and whisper into his ear. "Don't flatter yourself, Big Man. Just hurry up and put a baby in me..."
He curses low under his breath when I call him that and—mmm…—Walker Kingston gets down to business. He plows into me with powerful, relentless thrusts and I cling to him for dear life. My hands move up and down his muscular back. He stretches me out with that thick cock.
It hurts in this beautiful, sensual, erotic way. I want to hurt for him all night long.
But I can't lose sight of our purpose. This isn't about love. It isn't even about pleasure. Tonight, my best friend is going to knock me up. At least, that's the plan. The reminder of this reality should dampen my lust, but instead, the idea of this man putting a baby in me only makes me more desperate for him. I rub my hands all over his body, kiss his throat, drive him crazy.
Walker grips my waist and groans. He says my name and buries himself to the hilt. His cock gives a violent twitch inside me and I feel the moment his cum bursts into my ready pussy. Immediately, I'm shuddering all over. I'm coming, too.
A perfect synchronicity, we ride the climax together. It's an intimate exchange. An energy exchange. Something shifts in me, spiritually.
Panting hard, my best friend drops to the mattress beside me and yanks me against his chest. "Fuck. You okay, Penn?" He brushes hair from my forehead and stares into my face, concern crinkling his strong brow. "I got carried away. I know I was a little rough."
"No, I'm good." I can't look him in the face so I tuck my cheek against his strong chest because what the fuck was that?
I've never felt this bare, this raw, this naked. And I know that I'll never be the same.
My heart scrunches up into a tight ball. I force my eyes shut against the rush of emotion that comes crashing in. Don't feel these things. Don't feel these things, I beg my heart. You aren't supposed to feel these things.
Walker’s large hands skim down my spine. I feel the rumble of his words moving through me. “Should we do it again?”
I prop myself up, gazing at his solemn expression. Those eyes are dark, intense, serious.
He runs his tongue across his bottom lip then continues. “Because I’m pretty sure that sometimes once isn’t enough—y’know—to get the woman pregnant. I hear you’ve got to do it a few times.” It almost sounds like an innocent, reasonable suggestion. But the mischievous smile on his lips and the violent spasm of his dick against my thigh are dead giveaways of his true intentions. When he gently tickles my ribs, that pretty much confirms it.
Instantly, I'm ready for him again.
I bite my lip, unable to fight back my grin. My voice is breathy as hell. I straddle him. “Yeah, we should definitely do it again.”
23
Walker
I roll over and open my eyes a few minutes before my alarm. After years of rising before the sun, my body has become accustomed to the early mornings on the farm. But this is one morning I’d much rather stay in bed.
Penny is laying on the pillow next to me, her breathing soft and even, her red hair fanned out around her. One look at her and my heart is racing.
Shit. Last night was real. It wasn't a dream.
