The Curvy Vet and the Billionaire Cowboy (He Wanted Me Pregnant!) by Victoria Wessex Page A

on as it was scary. He really wanted kids… with me.
    “I’m serious,” I said. “I’m not on the pill.”
    His expression didn’t change.
    A deep, dark heat washed through me. I looked down at my stomach, at the place I would swell if it happened. This is nuts. I need to be sensible.
    But I’d been sensible all my life. And look where that had got me.
    He’d positioned himself so that the head of his cock was just shy of grazing my lips. I swallowed, glanced down…and nodded.
    He moved forward and the head just brushed my wet lips. Everything was super-sensitive. I could feel the beads of water still trickling down my inner thighs. The cool air on my folds, still warmly wet from his mouth. The head of his cock was as gossamer-smooth as it had looked and the feel of it, caressing my slickened lips and then nuzzling between them, made me want to hammer my fists on the ground it felt so good. He’d released my wrists, now, and I stretched my arms up above my head instead. “Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”
    He didn’t plunge straight into me. He slid smoothly forward, letting the head penetrate me millimeter by millimeter, and the thickness of it started to make me gasp. I’d been right about his size, and how it would feel. There was no pain, but I could feel his size opening me wide, every nerve ending singing with pleasure as he eased into me. I stared up at him, our eyes locking. I could see in his eyes how it felt, how sliding into my hot wetness was for him. And staring into mine, I knew he could see my tiny reactions to his cock: a widening of my eyes as his width stretched me, a little jerk of pleasure as he slid deeper. We didn’t need to speak. Everything we needed to say was right there in our gazes.
    And then he drew his head back and groaned, and I gasped, because the head had slid fully into me and my body was closing around the shaft, drawing him into me. It felt incredible. Hard and hot and gloriously thick inside me. We stopped there, just breathing and taking it in. He’s inside me. He’s actually inside me. The thought made my head spin.
    He leaned forward and kissed me, slow and soft, his tongue doing a slow dance with mine. I could taste myself on him. He trailed the back of one hand slowly up my body, lifting my breast and letting it bob back down. His fingers smoothed the hair back from my cheek. “God,” he said, “you’re so beautiful.”
    I looked up at those gorgeous, chocolate-brown eyes, at the full swell of his pecs and the hardness of his arms. They stood hard as iron either side of my head, imprisoning me, and I didn’t want to escape. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell him how beautiful he was, so beautiful it hurt, because I couldn’t put it into words. I just reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down into another kiss, my pants for air mixing with his as we devoured each other.
    He began to move while our lips were still joined. Slow at first, sliding millimeter by millimeter into me, that thick shaft hard as steel as it opened me up deeper and deeper. I could feel that he wasn’t using a condom—for the first time ever, I knew the satiny texture of a cock’s skin, the raw heat of it blazing inside me. He slid deeper and I imagined the head, glistening inside me, parting my walls as it moved forward, primed like a weapon. I swallowed hard as I thought of the implications.
    His hips were moving far up between mine, now, pushing my thighs apart, nestling in closer and closer to me as he went deeper. I could feel him moving…God, moving…deep! Spreading me inside where I hadn’t been before, reaching my most secret places.
    He pulled back a little, and the silken rush of him moving out made me suck in air hard through my nostrils. He pistoned back in, faster now, and this time I felt him go even deeper, my ass rising up off the grass a little in response. Everything was tight and hot and God, so wet. As he drew back again, my hands came up