15. Thunder

THUNDER

She was so pleased with herself because she was taking more of my cock, but there was still a few more inches to go. I stroked into her until our juices ran down to my balls, and her pussy eased its grip on my cock.

With her legs spread as wide as they’d go, I was able to fit my hips between them, which allowed me more traction as I planted my feet firmly on the carpeted floor and prepared to pile drive into her until I bottomed out.

I hadn’t planned to do this to her tonight, but she was so receptive I changed up the game and dropped her knees to grab her ass and hold her there while I pulled out almost all the way. “Brace.”

That was all the warning I gave her before fucking back into her hard, over and over again. I pounded her so hard I moved the thousand-pound bed, knocking it into the wall behind it. Her screams and wails ricocheted around the high-ceilinged room, but I didn’t let up.

I fucked into her fast, then slow, then fast again, pushing more of my cock into her each time. I bottomed out with a growl and held still to let her get used to having me that deep in her belly. This next part was going to be hard on her, but I needed to know; I wanted to get to the deepest part of her, something I knew was going to hurt like hell, but I felt like if I didn’t womb fuck her my possession wouldn’t be complete.

I wanted in her womb, wanted to offload inside her there. Something in my heart and head told me that I needed this, and so did she, so I didn’t question it. But I knew I needed to prepare her more to lessen the pain that was bound to follow.

Her breasts, which until now have gone unattended, are my next project. I’d already made myself acquainted with the sweet spot between her thighs; now it was time to turn my focus to her perfectly shaped, firm mounds.

Her nipples rose like peaks atop her flesh, hard little pebbles just waiting to be sucked. When I bit down on the first one, I felt the answering quiver of her pussy walls around my cock.

I licked, sucked, and nibbled her tits until her pussy creamed, which is what I wanted. I wanted her dripping wet and soft to take the pounding that was about to come. Her body was fever-hot to the touch, and she made these little whimpering sounds no matter where I touched her. I sucked both nipples to hard peaks while deep stroking her wet pussy until I was sure she was ready or as ready as she was going to be.

“This is going to hurt.” I buried my face in her neck over the same spot and sucked the flesh between my teeth. At the same time, I pulled my hips back and fucked hard into her, slamming my cock past her cervix to the opening of her womb.

She screamed and lifted me off the bed, and my cock started blasting before I slammed her back down hard onto the mattress. She fainted just as her cervix snapped close around my shooting cockhead, and I couldn’t believe how much cum I still had left after the last round.

It felt like buckets of the shit poured out of me into her, and I held still in her womb until I’d emptied my balls.

* * *

AMANDA

* * *

I woketo him lying between my spread thighs, holding a wet washcloth against my sex. “What happened?”

“You fainted.” He looked into my eyes as he answered, and I felt another shiver run down my spine.

There was a throbbing pain deep inside me, but it was the kind of ache that you chase and not one that you’d run away from. I’m not sure where that thought came from, but it felt right.

I heard water running from somewhere just before he tossed the cloth aside, lifted me in his arms, and headed for the bathroom. At first glance, his bathroom was a thing of art, but I didn’t have a chance to check it out because he stepped into the bubbles in the bathtub with me still held against his chest and sat with me on his lap.

The bubbles smelt amazing, like some kind of eucalyptus or something, and it was very soothing against my aching flesh. I think I fell asleep in the tub as well because when I woke up, I was in his bed with the sheets pulled up around me.

A look at the clock showed that at least two hours had gone by since the bath. I looked around the room for him, but he was nowhere to be found. No sooner had I had the thought that he came walking into the room with a tray.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I ordered you some of everything. The cook was already gone for the day, sorry.” He placed the tray on the bed, and my eyes widened with surprise.

“How did you know what all of my favorite foods are? Did your investigation cover all of this?”

“It did, yes. Is there a problem?”

“No, no, it’s just I never knew they were so in-depth.”

“With you, it was. This last time, at least. I wanted to know everything about you, all your likes and dislikes, your dreams.”

I think I was more touched than appalled. Outside of my parents, I don’t think anyone else had ever taken the time to get to know those things.

On the tray, there was a cheese and fruit platter, steak stuffed with Roquefort, Shrimp in mango sauce, and chicken parmesan. All of these things I know came from different restaurants, and those restaurants aren’t local; they’re back in the town I moved from an hour away. I think that’s when I knew for sure that I was falling in love with him.

After I’d had my fill with him feeding me most of it from his place next to me in bed, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go or stay. In fact, I knew what I wanted, but I wasn’t sure what was conventionally ethical, having never done anything like this before.

He took the decision out of my hands without being asked. He removed the tray and placed it on the table in the sitting room before coming back to bed. Before I could even ask, he climbed back into bed with me, pulled me under him, and slid into me. “You’re staying the night.”

* * *

That was three weeks ago,and ever since then, my life has been a whirlwind. The very next morning, he followed me back to my apartment so I could get ready for work. He asked a lot of questions, most of which seemed to be centered around what time I get to the bakery each day, what time I leave home, and who else was there with me, and none of my answers seemed to please him.

“Pack a bag with enough clothes for a week.”

“What? Why? I can’t take a vacation right now; we practically just opened and….”

“Vacations will come later; right now, you’re staying at my place with me. Unless you want to wear the same thing to work every day.”

“Shouldn’t you ask if I even want to do that?”

“Why would I want to do that?” He seemed genuinely surprised by the suggestion, which, in turn, had me looking at him like he was touched in the head.

“Listen, sweetheart; I’ve waited two years for you; even though you didn’t know that, I did, so I can only live according to what I know and feel; you’ll just have to catch up.”

“I still have no idea what that has to do with you not asking but telling me what to do.” He sighed and gave me a look like I was the one making trouble.

“It’s simple; I know what I want. The only reason I was willing to give you space and time was because of what you went through with your ex, but I’m pretty sure you’re almost over that shit already, or you wouldn’t have ignited in my bed. Since sex isn’t all there is to a relationship, you’re going to need time to catch up to where I’m at, and in case you don’t know where that is, I’m going to marry you. Close your mouth, babe; that’s not a good look.”

“Marry me? You don’t even know…okay, scratch that, but…” I couldn’t find the right words to say because no one had ever spoken to me quite like that before, not even the men in my family, and they’re known for being bold straight shooters.

“There’s a lot that you don’t know about me. Like, I can’t have kids.” I wanted to sink into the floor after saying that and felt the loss stronger now than the first time around. I’d never been diagnosed, but the fact that Dan had a kid was proof enough that I was the one with the problem.

After it had been proven the way it had been, I never saw the need to get tested. Besides, I hadn’t planned on getting involved with anyone else ever again, so there was no need.

“So, we’ll wait for Joy to have some for us to spoil. Or we can adopt whichever works for you. I never gave too much thought to having any of the little shits, so it’s no skin off my nose.”

I don’t know why, but I wanted to cry. “What about your mom and dad?”

“I disowned them a long time ago. And those two are the last to ask anybody about having grandkids because they sucked as parents.”

He seemed so blasé, but now that I think about it, there must be a very good reason for his sister living with him. We hadn’t touched on anything serious last night except for my situation, but there was nothing said about him.

“You realize I don’t know anything about you?”

“That’s why you’re moving in, crash course.”

“Moving in? But this is my place. I like having my own space.”

“Babe, there are about six unused bedrooms in that house, not to mention rooms that I don’t even know what the fuck they’re for. You’ll have plenty of space. Besides, your lease is almost up for renewal.”

“You can’t just expect me to…. How do you know when my lease is up?”

“Which part of I know everything about you, don’t you get?”

“Everything?”

“Everything, and since you claim not to know anything about me, here’s a little tidbit to tide you over. Tonight, and every other night from here on out, you’ll be sleeping in my bed. How you choose to get there is entirely up to you.”

“What does that mean?”

“You don’t wanna find out, just pack the bag. You’ve got to get to work, and I’ve got shit to do.” I packed the bag but wasn’t sure, even as I did it, just what the hell was happening.

That was the last time I spent any real time in my apartment. I gave him the bag to take back with him, and he followed me to the bakery and then proceeded to bitch about how dark out it was still and how much he didn’t like the idea of me opening the place by myself.

I listened to every word he said because I caught on real quick that arguing would get me nowhere. He brought me lunch that afternoon because he was in town, or so he claims. He was there to pick me up that night, and when we got back to his place, I was surprised to find my favorite skincare products, along with the most expensive makeup kit on the market. I couldn’t afford this before but had stashed samples whenever I came across them.

Even though I had packed a bag, it appeared he had gone shopping at some point during the day because there were bags and bags of clothes and underwear, all in the right size, and I was beginning to think he was too good to be true.

But the last few weeks have been some of the best times I’ve ever had in my adult life. I go to sleep in his arms each night after hours of lovemaking, then he takes me to work and waits around until my first helper gets there, then goes back to work himself, which I don’t understand much of. I know he grows marijuana legally and even makes THC, which is sold online, and when I checked his stats, I was beyond surprised at his net worth because it’s just ridiculous.

Angel claims to be halfway in love with him already from the stories I’ve shared, and truth be told; she’s the one cheering me on from behind the scenes and encouraging me to go for it. Her, Millie Silverspoon, and Evelyn, the last two who are acquainted with him because he moves in the same circles, something I didn’t know.

Apparently, everyone is impressed with the way he takes care of his little sister and the fact that he’d cultivated relationships with the right people so that his sister could fit in with her peers, who were all the offspring of the wealthiest families in the town.

The first real conversation I had with Joy was all about her thanking me for saving her brother. It was her story about the hell she saw him go through when he found out I was married that also helped me to give in and relax and trust him more.

She didn’t seem to be putting me on, and when I shared that bit of news with Angel, she swore that if I didn’t get his ring on my finger soon, she’d do it for me. I’m not sure how she planned to do that, but whatever.

I’m still pinching myself some days because it all just seems too much like a fairytale. I never imagined that I could be this happy after having my heart ripped out. Believe it or not, I never think about my past; it’s as if it never happened. All that pain and humiliation seems to have been buried under the love of Thunder.

I sometimes beg him not to spoil me too much because I don’t want to get used to it, only for it to end. His response was you need to get that little bitch you were married to out of your head. Real men know how to treat their women, and if they’re lucky enough to have the kind of money I do, so much the better. There’s nothing you could ever want that I wouldn’t give.” How am I supposed to walk away from that, I ask you? Just freaking how?