Page 37 of Ruin Me Sweetly

I reached for her face, almost afraid to touch her.

“Bella…”

Fuck.

I was going to be a father.

Fuck—I leaned over her, grabbing my phone to check if anal sex was allowed during pregnancy.

“What are you doing?” She didn’t sound happy.

What was I doing?

I put the phone down. I’d already read the articles. The book. I knew exactly what I could do for each trimester. I sheepishly set the phone back down.

The panic settled, and I leaned in, kissing the dip of her back, her shoulder, her temple, her face. She turned and met my lips, and we synchronised until my cock jerked inside her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she began to feel it all again.

I eased out and squeezed some lube into her twitching hole. It hadn’t quite closed by the time I added a fresh coat to my cock.

She was ready. We both were. I carefully pressed the rounded head back inside, and this time, she was relaxed, and it slid right in.

“Yeah, darlin’,” I said breathlessly, before I began to move. “Keep that ass nice and open for me. Just like that.”

She was too busy moaning and rubbing herself, as if she’d found a magic wishing lamp. But the deeper I pressed inside her, the more enthusiastic she got. Only a few inches left until she took all of me.

“My good girl. I want my seed in every single hole you have,” I muttered, pulling my hips back before thrusting harder and deeper. “Damn, yes.”

Her cries were muffled, her muscles tightening around me before relaxing again. My good girl. Nice and open for my cock now.

I grabbed her ass with one hand, her waist with the other. She was so hot and tight. Fuck. And pregnant.

My hips began to swing of their own accord—back and forth, pacing myself between deep, hard thrusts and slower, shallow ones.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, each word merging into the next.

Her muscles began to flutter, and I joined the chaos, fucking her like a beast, loving the feel of her soft ass cheeks against me, my balls slapping against her with every drive.

It was wild.

Filthy.

And us.

“Oh, yeah,” I growled, the sound tearing from the back of my throat, guttural and barely recognisable.

I watched my cock slide in and out.

Her ass bounced as the contracting muscles slowed, but that final pulse made my balls ache, and I roared her name as I came, emptying myself deep inside her ass.

It was better than I could have dreamed of.

But then again, everything with Bella always was.

Chapter 19

Isabella

The bathroom light had softened to something warmer once the steam cleared, the water still faintly pink from the last of the oil clinging to my skin. He’d washed me himself, unhurried, working a soft flannel over my shoulders and down my spine like it was the most natural thing in the world, like he’d done it a hundred times before rather than for the very first time.