Chapter 65. You Cannot

Colt splayed his fingers on my breasts and squeezed.

The sensation made my body buck, and finally his cock speared me.

His name tore out my throat, and he cradled the back of my head, pulling my forehead down to touch his, making me stare at his cock fuck me.

“Oliva,” he whispered, and my eyes met his.

“You cannot have Dean’s baby.” He rose to his knees, and pushed my body down with his till my back touched the bed.

“What?” I gasped as he thrust into me again, his entire body covering mine.

“I could never hurt you,” he said in between grunts as he fucked me, grinding against my clit.

It was a challenge to think of anything besides how stiff his cock was, his heat inside me, pulsing, and the sparks that flew every time he brushed my pleasure spot.

But I forced myself to think, suspecting what he was about to tell me was pretty serious.

“I don’t understand you.” My lips fell open in a silent gasp as he slammed into me again.

“I want