The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)

by C.R. Jane

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, “look at you…taking my big dick so fucking good. Your sweet cunt was made for me. I’m positive about that.”

“You’re doing so well, angel. My perfect fucking girl,”

“You’re going to look at me while I fuck that perfect pussy. I need to make sure you know exactly who’s inside you,”

Desperation like this shouldn’t be experienced alone. If I was going to ache for him, he’d better ache for me.

“I’m going to make you burn for me.”

Oh sweetheart, I’m going to take care of everything, I vowed silently. No matter what it took.

“Because I want all of you. I covet you. I want your tears, your cum, your words, your breath. I want everything.”

The ref blew the whistle, but instead of giving the puck back, I dropped it to the ice and then smashed it towards the glass with a forceful smack of my stick.

I ripped my helmet off and gave him my best death glare, making a cutting motion across my throat as I mouthed the words: "She's mine."

My teammates were watching me, stunned. All except Lincoln and Ari…who were…slow clapping for me?

It’s just all I can do not to fuck you in this truck right now. So I’m going to stay quiet until we get home…alright?”

“I want you to crawl the rest of the way to the couch, slip that jersey over that perfect ass so I can watch your pussy as you move.”

I was pregnant.

Because amidst the fear…a word was burrowing its way into my psyche. Mommy. I was going to be a mommy.

"You're going to have my baby."

"I love your body. I can't wait to fuck you when you start showing. I’m going to cum all over you,"

“I want you to say you can't wait to have my baby. That you’ll let me fill you up like this again and again…breed you so you can never leave me."

He moaned against my lips, and it was the most erotic thing I'd ever heard, the sound enough to keep every woman’s spank bank alive and well if they ever were lucky enough to hear it. Which they weren't.

"I'm yours," I murmured

"And you're mine,"

"All of me. F...

"And this baby i...

If a person could have died from happiness, it would've happened to me then. But it was a good thing that it didn’t, because ...

“Only a person without a mother could understand how much a child needs one. Only a person who’s been broken can fully understand how to make someone whole. Only a person who has been without love can understand why it’s so necessary. Only a person who’s had to fight for their life could understand how precious it is. Our baby is going to have the most perfect mother in the world because you know all of those things, and you’re going to give our baby everything you didn’t have.”

A small smile appeared on her lips, and I swore, I’d never seen anything more gorgeous in my entire life…than the sight of Olivia Jones stepping out of the darkness that had followed her for years…and coming out into the light.

I squeezed her hand, my own eyes shimmering with tears as I gazed at the monitor, drinking in the sight of our tiny miracle. It was the second time I’d been reborn in my life. The first being when I saw Olivia, of course. The emotions I was feeling were complicated, life-changing. I loved this baby. I loved it so much.

"Olivia, I’m the one that’s sorry. Because clearly I’ve been doing a shitty job of showing just how much I love you. You're not a burden, you're my everything. Everything,”

“I breathe for you. I covet you. I spend every second of every day thinking about you. A burden?”

“The way I love you goes beyond any love story you’ve ever heard. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you. I burn for you, in the way that only someone ca...

"You want me to marry you?"

"Actually, I’m telling you that you are. I'll give you lots of choices in life,"

"but not this one."