Free The Curvy Astronomer and the Cowboy (He Wanted Me Pregnant!) by Victoria Wessex

grew slicker and slicker. I was grinding up towards him, now, rubbing my groin against his muscled abs, desperate for friction, as his mouth switched back and forth between my breasts and his hands rubbed and rubbed.
    And then, quite suddenly, I felt the tip of one finger gliding up and down my folds and I groaned with anticipation. His thumb found my clit at the same time, circling and teasing. I’d closed my eyes, lost in sensation but now, on instinct, I opened them.
    He was staring down at me, his eyes blazing with lust. “I’m going to make you mine, Emily,” he told me.
    I nodded dumbly. I didn’t have even a hope of responding.
    “I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you,” he told me. “I knew you were the one. You know the exact moment I knew? When I put that blanket around your shoulders, out in the cold.”
    My chest caught with emotion even as a deep, hot throb went through me.
    “You’re always too damn busy thinking to think about yourself,” he said, his voice throaty with lust. “But I know what you need.”
    I swallowed, “What do I need?” I whispered.
    He didn’t respond. He just pushed two fingers into me and then scissored them open. I gasped.
    “You’re running,” he told me. “Always running. I’m not going to let you run anymore. You’re going to be mine.” And he looked down at his erect, straining, naked cock.
    I nodded. I was blinking back tears of joy, but my insides were turning to gooey, molten gold. “O--Okay!”
    He withdrew his fingers and, a second later, I felt the silken touch of his cock against my folds. My eyes widened at the sensation. He was staring right down at me, making sure that I understood.
    “I’m not on the pill,” I whispered. And his steady gaze in response told me that he’d already guessed that. And that he liked it.
    He was going to make me his, in the most raw and primal way possible, and the mere thought of it sent a dark ripple of lust through me like I’d never felt before. I realized he was waiting for me. The choice was mine.
    I nodded.
    His hands pushed on my inner thighs, spreading me a little wider. And then the hot, naked press of him, opening me up, making me gasp as his thickness stretched me. My hands scrabbled for his shoulders, a momentary panic that I wouldn’t be able to take him...but then he was in me and rushing up inside me, and I let out a long, animal groan at the sensation of being utterly filled.
    He went slow at first, letting me get used to him, using his knees to take his weight as he moved a little deeper with each thrust. My hands slid tentatively down his back until they found the firm muscles of his ass. God, he felt so big inside me--I was tightly wet around him and every inch he moved was a silken delight. A hot rush of pleasure on the instroke and then an aching desire on the out, my desperation to be filled again growing each time. I started to squeeze his ass, to clutch at him, and he responded by lowering himself atop me. Now his weight was on me, his groin grinding against my clit on every thrust. He raised himself up on his forearms so that he could look into my eyes and started to pump hard into me, those muscled thighs and that firm ass giving him a power that made me go weak inside.
    He took his weight on his elbows and used his fingers to stroke the hair back from my face. “Emily,” he said, and he smiled as if he enjoyed just saying it. The sound of my name on his lips made my heart rise and swell inside me. I wanted to say his name back to him, but I was barely capable of speech. Instead, panting, I brought my knees up the bed and wrapped my legs around him, drawing him into me, locking my heels around his thighs. He gave a low grunt of pleasure, looking down at me with mixed surprise and lust, and started to speed up.
    The bed creaked and rocked as he hammered into me. He was thrusting with almost his entire length, now, and it was a glorious rush of hot flesh each time, leaving me