She shrieked again, pleasure mixed with a tiny amount of pain from his size.
He liked it, his growls feral. “Hot. Wet. Mine.”
“More. More, Daddy Roan.” She abandoned the pretense he wasn’t granting her every desire, almost forcing the ecstasy on her.
That brought another powerful response, his eyes boring into hers as he lined their faces up, every muscle contracted. Without kissing her, he lay one hand on her lower abdomen, above where they were joined. “Baby. Here.”
She caught her breath. The caveman was telling her he was planting a baby in her womb. He’d trapped her, impaled on his cock and soon to be filled by his cum.
“Yes? More?” His pupils were dilated, fixed on her face. Every sinew of him held still, reminding her she couldn’t stop him and refusing to give her the friction she needed to come. “Baby?”
Best of everything.
“Yes. Yes,” she called out, ensnared in the play with this grain of truth. “Yes. Put a baby in me, Roan!”
He snarled his approval and lifted her legs over his shoulders, effectively bending her in half, an even tighter fit. He pounded her hard, his caveman demeanor devolving into phrases like. “Fuck, Lissa. Take it all, good girl. Gonna fill you up.”
She shattered on one deep thrust and felt him follow her under, his cock pulsating in release of its promised load.
Roan immediately changed position and character, maneuvering to lower her legs and lay beside her. He reached above her and freed her arms, letting her snuggle into his broad chest. Their breathing naturally synchronized, and he whispered, “You okay?”
“Never better,” she confirmed in her post-orgasm haze. Play caveman sex did wonders for her mood and desire to forgive his sort of white lie to Tristan.
Her brother ripping him limb from limb would have put a damper on things.
“Not cold?” He took what was left of the T-shirt and cleaned up between her legs. Judging by how he kept wiping, there was quite a bit.
“Toasty warm. And if you keep doing that, you’ll get another chance to heat me up.” She wriggled suggestively.
“You are a very naughty captive.” He kissed her this time, the act the caveman had not used.
As always, she melted into his kiss. So right, so sexy, so hungry, all twisted together.
“I’m your captive.” She lay her head on his shoulder, replaying what they had just done and starting to fantasize about what else they could do today.
They needed to take advantage of what time they had because her new call schedule would make timing much more complicated.
Speaking of complications, he had freestyled an interesting twist into their scenario…
Clarissa said, “Did you really mean that baby thing you said?”
Roan blinked, almost dazed. “The baby thing?”
She wrapped her hands around his broad shoulders and squeezed. “Yeah, the baby in my belly thing. Was that a caveman thing?”
It was hard to believe, but he might have blushed. “No.”
“Yes. Oh... So, a baby in me,” she mumbled, squeezing harder. He'd been so insistent on her getting a Depo shot, she was surprised he thought this was even a possibility.
“Possession,” he rumbled, licking her ear and lowering his hand to her lower abdomen—or maybe the better word was womb. “Nothing would prove you mine more than my baby in your belly.”
The way he said it made her shiver head to toe.
He kissed her shoulder, and his other hand slid up her chest. “I can see you getting lush, curvier. Plump and all mine.”
“You're a very dirty daddy.” They’d never touched on actual pregnancy kinks. She was finding this as hot as he obviously did.
“The caveman says yes.” His hand wandered from her belly to between her legs. “We would make the cutest babies.”
