His Nasty Virgin

JESSE

Vivian laughed as I carried her over the threshold into the penthouse. “You’re going to drop me,” she said,

half-chiding.

“I would never let that happen.”

“You can put me down now, Jesse. My legs work just fine.”

I kissed her on the tip of her nose. “True, but you’ll have to forgive me for being clingy. You’re carrying precious cargo.”

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“Most definitely.”

I carried Vivian to the kitchen and set her down in the nearest chair. “Tea? Water? Something to eat?”

She giggled. “I’m fine, Jesse.”

“Do you want to lie down and take a nap?”

“Trust me, I think I’ve gotten more than enough sleep.”

“How about a-”

“Jesse.”

“Yes, angel?”

Vivian stretched her arms out toward me. “Come here.”

I went to her without question, kneeling before her feet so I could hug her, pressing my ear to her stomach. I knew the babies were still too small to kick, but I could sense them. It was almost crazy how much I loved them already and they weren’t even here yet.

Vivian combed her fingers through my hair, nails gently scraping against my scalp. “I think we should plan.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, now that we know the babies are doing okay, I think we should sort out the logistical side of things. Am I going to stay here with you? What am I going to do with my apartment?”

“I’d love it if you moved in here with me. I can turn the home office into a nursery. I’m in contact with several contractors. We can do it up any way you’d like. And if living in the city isn’t what you want, I’d happily buy you a house out in the suburbs.”

“A whole house?”

“No, half,” I replied dryly. “Of course a whole house. We can have a backyard for them to run around in and a big driveway where we can teach them to ride their bikes.”

“I like the sound of that,” she mused. “What about finishing school? I’m so close to finishing my degree.”

“We’ll make it work,” I promised. “I’m sure we can discuss remote learning options. Or we can wait until after you’ve had the babies, you can go back to school, and I’ll watch over them.”

“How are you going to juggle work and taking care of the twins?”

“I’ll take a step back from the firm, be a little more hands-off. I’m sure I can appoint someone to be in charge.

Maybe Devin. Probably not, but he’s an option.”

“You’d be willing to do that?”

I nodded. “I wasn’t around enough for Melissa and Wally. I won’t make the same mistake. I’ll do everything I can to spend as much time as possible with the three of you. Whenever you need me, I’m there. You’ve made me the

happiest man alive, so it’s the least I can do.”

“You’re going to be an amazing father to them.”

I peered up at her, transfixed by her lovely, soft eyes. “You know, it’s going to get crazy around here once the babies are born. I should warn you, it means a lot of late nights and stinky diapers.” “And constant crying?” “Constant,” I agreed.

“I wonder if we’ll ever get a moment to ourselves.”

“Eventually. When they’re a little older and more independent.”

“Maybe we should take advantage of the time we have alone together now.”

I grinned. “Can I take you to the bedroom?”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

She shrieked and laughed as I picked her up in my arms, carrying her down the hall to my room. I set her down on the edge of my bed and shimmied her out of her clothes, unwrapping her like the gift she was. Kissing her was a delight, still as sweet and warm as the day I first put my hands on her. Little did I know then how she’d willingly be mine.

I was mindful of her bandages. The doctors said Vivian was in good condition, out of any grave danger, though the skin around the slash might still be a tad tender. I treated her with the utmost care regardless, laying her down on her back while I stamped my lips down her stomach. The knowledge that there was not one, but two lives growing within her set my blood on fire.

“You’re amazing,” I murmured as I settled between her legs, peppering kisses against her inner thighs. “So beautiful. Mother of my children.”

Vivian tilted her head back and moaned as I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was already wet and ready for me, but I intended to savor this moment. We had all the time in the world. Nobody was coming after us. We had the whole place to ourselves. I took it upon myself -a private challenge of sorts- to make her scream my name.

Her knees trembled as she gasped with pleasure, toes curling as she dragged her fingers through my hair.

“J-Jesse,” she whined. “Oh, fuck, right there.”

“Right here?” I teased her entrance, relishing the way she giggled. I nipped at the inner corner of her knee. “Or did you mean right here?”

Vivian cackled. “Stop it, babe. Quit playing.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “Call me that again.”

“Babe?”

“Mm-hmm.”

She caressed my cheek and smiled. “Whatever you want, babe.”

The sound of the endearment made my skin come alive. Yet another reminder of how much I loved this woman. How I managed to function without her up until this point in my life was beyond me. She was my everything, and now she was all mine.

I returned my attention to her swollen bud, drawing tight circles against her. Her voice grew higher with each pass, her back arching as I pushed her closer to the edge.

When she came, it was with a rapturous moan. Her toes curled. She gripped the sheets. She was putty in my hands. Her pale skin was flushed in places, her cheeks and neck rosy with desire.

“I take it you enjoyed yourself?” I asked.

Vivian snorted. “I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again.

You’re a cocky bastard.”

“And I’m all yours.”

“That you are. But there’s a slight problem.”

I frowned. “What?” I lifted myself, looking her up and down. “Shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Vivian shook her head, a demure smile on her lips. “No, no. Nothing like that.”

“Then what is it?”

“You’re not nearly nude enough.”

I sighed. “Don’t do that,” I grumbled but started to take my shirt off.

Vivian sat up to help in the disrobing. She made quick work of the front of my pants, all but yanking them down to free my cock. I’d been so focused on her pleasure that I hadn’t realized just how hard I was. I was throbbing, desperate for release. Once the last bit of my clothes was discarded, I returned to her, scooping her up to cradle her close.

“How do you want me?” she asked, almost shyly.

I kissed her, sweeping my tongue past her lips to taste her mouth. “Just like this,” I murmured. “I want to make love to you.”

Vivian grinned, cupping my cheeks with her hands. “I want that, too.”

I spread her legs and aligned myself with her entrance, gathering her wet heat with the head of my cock. A shiver shot its way down my spine, anticipation mounting. I pressed into her slowly, inch by inch, admiring the way Vivian’s mouth fell open to release the softest of cries.

Her walls stretched to take me in, slick and warm and welcoming. A perfect fit. Like she was made for me. It took all my willpower not to fall over the edge. Determined to make things last, I distracted myself with the task of claiming her lips. I held myself within her, feeling the walls of her pussy flutter around my shaft.

“Babe,” she groaned. “Please move.”

“What’s the rush, angel?” I asked, sucking on her bottom lip.

“I want-” She bucked her hips and sighed. “I want to make you feel good.”

“Just being with you makes me feel good.”

“You know what I mean.” She reached around, circling my neck with her arms. She dragged her nails down my

back, panting. “Jesse, please.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love how greedy you are? Do you need my cock that much?”

“Yes!” she blurted. “Yes, I need it.”

“Say it.”

“I need your cock, Jesse. I need to feel you inside me. I need everything you can give me.”

“Alright, angel. Whatever my baby needs.”

I rolled my hips against her, plunging my cock as deep as she could allow. I swallowed her groans, determined to kiss her breathlessly. My rhythm was slow at first, testing the waters. I wanted nothing more than to dive right in. Be selfish. Make up for lost time. But this was good, too. This was all things tender and loving and wonderful.

It was a privilege to see her hair all messy and tangled. It was a delight to listen to her cries of pleasure. There was nothing Vivian could do that didn’t set my nerves on fire.

“Fuck, I love you,” I growled in her ear. “I love you so much, Vivian.”

“I love you, too,” she said, voice tight and breathy. “God, Jesse. I’m so close. I’m going to-”

I reached down between us and used my fingers to tease her clit, drawing tight circles guaranteed to make her lose her mind. Vivian’s body seized and sputtered as climax took over.

“Fuck!” she screamed. “Jesse, yes!”

“That’s my girl,” I cooed. “So nice and tight for me.”

“Babe-”

“It’s alright, angel. Gonna fill you right up. Do you want that?”

“Yes. Yes, I want all of you.”

The hot, tight coil in the pit of my stomach exploded, ecstasy shooting through my veins and wiping my mind of any thought. For the briefest, most beautiful moment, I was in heaven.

We lay in bed together, in a comfortable haze. I played with her hair while she stroked my jaw, scraping at my stubble.

“You’d look cool with a good ol’ fashion Dad ‘stache.”

I kissed her fingers. “I love you, but not.”

“What? I think you’d look good with a mustache.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“That’s all I ask.”

I took a deep breath and looked off into the distance.

“Okay. I thought about it.”

“And?”

“No.”

Vivian laughed, bright and beautiful.