Free Curvy Girls: Claimed By The Cowboy (The BBW and the Billionaire Rancher) by Georgette St. Clair

it’s true. What if I got pregnant?”
    “We’d have a beautiful little boy or girl or maybe even twins, and they’d grow up on a ranch with a mommy and daddy that loved them.”
    As he said it, she knew he was telling the truth.  Good lord, he really meant it. He really wanted to be in this marriage. To be married to her . And he’d be delighted, not horrified, if she were pregnant with his child.
    It was hard to wrap her head around, and she still only half believed it, but it didn’t matter right then, because he was rolling her onto her back with a look of deep, carnal hunger in his eyes, and the world melted away and only the two of them existed.
    “I was going to take a shower before I headed back out. Join me.” There was a rough air of command in his voice, and instantly she was wet and throbbing with desire again.  What kind of weakling was she, to crave her husband’s domination like this? Outside of the bedroom, she was a thoroughly independent, opinionated, take-charge woman, but when he took charge in the bedroom, she melted into a quivering puddle of lust.  There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.
    A tremor of alarm ran through her as she realized that she’d just thought of him as “her husband.”  Careful, Abigail, she thought. This marriage was never meant to last.
    In the shower, he turned on a blast of warm water, squeezed some shampoo into his hands, and then began massaging it into her scalp.  His fingers were strong and firm, and the feeling of his hands on her scalp was so sensual that she leaned her head back and moaned.
    Then he was pressing up against her, his hard cock pressing into the small of her back, and his wet fingers spreading her open and sliding inside her, moving right to that spot again. Up and down, up and down…with every stroke, a white hot streak of pleasure shot throughout her whole body, and she sagged back against him, helpless.
    “Ohhhh….ohhhh….ohhhh…” she moaned with each stroke.
    “My god, do you know what it does to me when you moan like that?” She could feel his cock swelling even bigger against her wet skin, and then he slid his fingers out and his cock was inside her again, forcing his way into her tight tunnel.
    “Touch yourself while I fuck you,” he ordered her, and cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading her sensitive flesh.
    With trembling fingers, she began to stroke her hard, swollen bud, leaning back and pressing against him. He was like a wall holding her up, supporting her with his strength.
    “You like this?” He hissed, pistoning into her.
    “I love it,” she moaned.
    “Keep touching yourself. Do it faster. Harder.”
    “Ohhhh, my God….”She moved her fingers faster, jerking hard at her clitoris as the thickness of his shaft stretched her, swelling inside her and filling her with red hot pleasure with each thrust.  She was helpless, completely under his control.
    Hot flames of ecstasy licked at her heated sex, and then spread throughout her body in a crackling inferno, until she exploded, muscles convulsively squeezing his cock, and she sobbed his name, tears of relief trickling down her cheeks. His arms tightened around her and he crooned in her ear, “Baby, baby, I love you. You make feel so good.”
    His words stole her breath. He loved her? Did he really, or was it the heat of the moment fogging his brain?
    At the moment, she didn’t care. He held her in his arms and she was safe and warm and she felt like she was home and everything was right with the world.
     

Chapter Nine
     
    Abigail served up a dinner of beef stew and garlic mashed potatoes. Clayton and Ludmilla sat at the mahogany dining table across from them, with plates of food which Ludmilla had picked up at a restaurant in town; Ludmilla was picking at an arugula salad and Clayton ate a steak and fries. Winston, Abigail and Ty dug into their beef stew with gusto.
    Ty glanced across the table at Clayton. “I can’t think of anything