Free Love Hurts by E. L. Todd

long. When she was done, her hands moved to my shoulders and she rocked into me from below. My cock moved in and out, loving her wetness. It was heaven.
    I wanted this to last long so I focused on her face, trying to stay hard but not blow. My lips kissed hers as I slowed down and moved into her slowly. I knew that was how she liked it, slow and sensual. Sometimes it depended on her mood. She’d fuck me harder than I fucked her, but I knew how to read her. All she wanted was to make love passionately on the beach. And that was fine with me because I loved it just as much as she did.
    She clung to me and looked into my eyes. “I love you.”
    My heart burst in my chest at her words. We hardly said that to each other because it was implied in everything else we said and did, but when those words did come out, they carried so much weight.
    When girls talked dirty to me, asking me to fuck them harder or saying how big my cock was, I’d come hard. But those words were so much better—a million times better. But there was only one person in the entire world who could say it and make me feel this way. I was about to come. I could feel it.
    “I love you,” I whispered back. And that triggered my body. I thrust slowly as I filled her, having an orgasm that was unbelievably good and long. I could tell I’d never come this hard or this much at one time. It stretched for a full minute.
    When I was finally done, I held her gaze and watched her look into my eyes.
    “I think we did it,” she whispered.
    “What?”
    “We made a baby.”

6
    Mike
    Cassandra and I went furniture shopping after work. She wore a tight shirt that showed her baby bump and it was incredibly distracting. She used to hide her pregnancy and that made my life a lot easier when we were in public. Those damn curves drove me crazy.
    “How about this?” she asked. It was a leather chair set for the living room.
    “Yeah.” I didn’t give a shit.
    “Yeah?” She sat down, her left hand on her thigh. I kept staring at her ring, unable t o understand she was really mine. “I want to get something you like.”
    “Baby, it’s your house. Decorate it however you want.”
    She stood up. “What? It’s our house.”
    I laughed. “Not when it comes to decorating. Just pick out whatever you want.”
    “Well, your place looks really nice. You obviously have good taste.”
              I smirked. “Professional decorator.”
    “Oh. Well, I still want to get something you like.”
    “How about this?” I said. “You decorate the house but the office and man cave is mine.”
    “Man cave?” she asked.
    “Yeah, my office will double as both.”
    “Where you can hide your cigars and porn?” She gave me a playful look.
    “I don’t watch porn.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Sure…”
    I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to me. “If I watched porn, I wouldn’t lie about it. And I said I don’t.”
    “You’ve never beated off to porn?” she asked incredulously.
    “Ever? Now that’s a different story.” I took her hand and guided her past the show rooms. “I used to jerk off three days a week watching porn. The other four I picked up girls and took them back to my place.”
    “And now you don’t?”
    I looked down at her. “Why would I when I have you?”
    “I’m still not a porn star.”
    “That’s right. You’re better.” My hand moved around her waist and I held her close to me. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me. You’ll realize it eventually.”
    “I never said I didn’t believe you. I’m just surprised.”
    “I’m going to be a dad and a husband. I shouldn’t be doing that.”
    She studied me for a moment. “You take your positions very seriously.”
    “Damn right, I do.” I kissed her neck. “I’m a family man.”
    “I never would have expected that from you.”
    “ Neither did I. But then you came into my life and turned that all around.” I approached a kid’s showroom. “How about this for