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“Don’t ever feel shame for feeling pleasure. You apologize for coming on my face ever again, and we’ll have problems.”

Wyatt to Trista Another

Wyatt- I reach down to pull my belt out of my jeans. My cock is numb from being constrained for so long, and I ache to release it from its denim prison.

Denim prison 👖
That may be one of the best lines ever! 💙

My cock throbs with need as her thighs tighten around my ears, muting the sexy noises she’s making so all I can hear is my racing heart and the breath struggling to escape my mouth as I refuse to come up for air. All the fantasies I’ve had about this woman are finally coming to fruition, and I’m not going to let a little thing like oxygen get in the way of enjoying myself.

Who needs oxygen? Not Wyatt!

Trista- “If we have sex...then what? Just forget about it the next day? Act like it never happened?”
Wyatt- “Or...we fuck as much as we want whenever we want until your due date...” His fingers glide delicately over the swell of my breast, sending a flurry of flames through me as he flattens his warm palm to my belly and adds, “And when this is over...so are we.”

Decisions

Trista- I should be grabbing my keys instead and running. Or I should grab a pitchfork and impale this man who is obviously completely insane. I should shove him away and tear out of this barn to call the cops. This is psycho, not sweet.
But my body craves his crazy... I’ve quite possibly never craved anyone more in my entire life.

“You thought I was controlling before? You haven’t seen anything until I sink my cock deep inside you. Then you’ll really be mine.”

Wyatt to Trista
Another level of control
Is she up for it?
Is she ready?

“But if we do this,” he adds, his voice drenched with desire, “if you let me fuck you, then you need to know that means I will own your body. Every particle on your skin will be mine for the taking. Do you understand?”
A soft moan escapes my lips, revealing the depths of his effect on me. Fuck you, hormones!

Alpha Wyatt

His voice is dark and wicked when he says, “I’m not patronizing you, Trista. I would love nothing more than to take care of your every need, so if you want to be fucked, just say the word.”
A garbled laugh erupts from my mouth as I turn my head to the side, feeling turned on and enraged all at the same time.
Fuck, now he’s calling my bluff.

“I wish you would fuck me. Maybe if you got off, then your grumpy mood would be slightly more tolerable.”
His nostrils flare as the corner of his mouth tugs up into a smirk. “Don’t tease me, Lucky.”
“Don’t patronize me, Mountain Man.”

But does he really mean what he’s saying? Or is he just nuts and possessive of this baby inside me? Never mind the fact that it’s wildly inappropriate to have sex with a man who’s paying me to have his baby. He’s all talk, surely.
I’m going to call his bluff.

Trista about Wyatt