Chapter 2: "Against the Wall"
"Thank you," I whisper.
The words taste like copper and static. My chest heaves. My knees still shake. The adrenaline hasn't left my system. It's humming in my veins like live wire.
He doesn't answer right away.
Just watches me. That dark, heavy gaze that pins me in place. Older. Controlled. Dangerous.
Daddy.
The word slips out before I can stop it. Rough. Raw. True.
His jaw tightens. I see the muscle feather in his cheek. His eyes drop to my mouth. Then back to my eyes.
"Say it again," he says.
Voice like gravel. Low. Rough. Commanding.
I do. "Thank you."
That's when the reckless part of me takes over. The part that doesn't care about consequences. The part that knows exactly what I want.
I step into him. Wrap my arms around his neck. And I kiss him.
His mouth claims mine like it owns it. Because it does. I can feel it. The heat. The weight. The absolute certainty.
He groans against my lips. One hand slides to the back of my neck. Fingers tangling in my hair. The other grips my hip. Fingers digging in. Hard.
He lifts me. Just enough. I hook a leg around his waist. My back hits cold concrete. A pillar. Rough. Unyielding.
"Fuck," he curses. Low. Raw. "You're playing with fire, baby."
"Ignite me," I breathe.
He doesn't hesitate. Doesn't warn me. Just takes what he wants. What we both want.
His hands are everywhere. Rough palms sliding up my thighs. Yanking my skirt up. Bunching my panties aside. I'm already soaked. Dripping down my inner thighs. Ready for him. Dying for him.
He presses me harder against the pillar. Cold concrete on my back. Hot him in front. The contrast makes me gasp.
"Look at me," he commands.
I do. Blue eyes. Dark. Possessive. Hungry.
"You're mine now," he says. Not a question. A fact. Sealed in the air between us.
I nod. Because it's true. From the moment I saw him in that garage, I knew. Instalove isn't a fairytale. It's a collision. Two souls recognizing each other across a crowded room. Across a concrete floor. Across a lifetime of waiting.
His hands find his belt. Buckle clicks. Zipper rasps. One motion. Fast. Efficient.
His cock springs free. Thick. Heavy. Veined. Already leaking. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip.
I stare at it. My mouth waters. My pussy clenches. Aches.
"God, Daddy," I whisper.
He grips my chin. Forces me to keep looking. "You wanted this. You asked for it."
"I did."
He lines me up. Pushes in.
Stretch. Burn. Fullness. I cry out. He catches my mouth with his. Swallows my sounds.
He's huge. Deeper than I thought possible. Takes me so easily. So perfectly. Like he was carved for me. Like I was hollowed out just to hold him.
"Fuck," he groans. "You're so tight. So wet."
He pulls back. Just an inch. Then drives in again. Hard. Fast.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders. Claw into his shirt. My nails dig in. He doesn't care. He likes it. I see it in his eyes. The dark hunger. The possessive need.
"Grit your teeth," he orders. "Don't take it out."
I obey. Every thrust hits my cervix. Every snap of his hips sends shockwaves through my core.
The garage is empty. Just us. Echoes bouncing off concrete. Distant sirens. The hum of the city. Rain starting to tap against the asphalt.
But there's only him. Only this.
He grips my hair. Tilts my head back. Exposes my throat. Bites down. Marks me.
I scream into his mouth. Orgasm hits like a freight train. Rips through me. Clamps down on his cock.
He groans. Deep. Rough. "Look at you. Clenching around me. So fucking perfect."
He doesn't stop. Keeps pounding. Uses my climax like fuel.
"Cum for me," he commands. "Again."
I do. Waves crash over me. I shake. I sob. I cling to him.
He pulls out just enough. Rubs the head through my pussy lips. Soaks me. Prepares me.
"I'm gonna fill you," he says. Voice dark. Certain. "Gonna plant my seed where it belongs."
Breeding. The word echoes in my head. Matches the raw need in his eyes. In my blood. In the desperate clench of my thighs around his waist.
He lines up again. Pushes in to the hilt.
"Hold on," he growls.
I do. He drives me back against the concrete. Hard. Rhythmic. Relentless.
Sweat. Heat. Friction. Skin slapping skin. His thigh bracketing my hip. My legs trembling. My back bruising against the pillar.
His thrusts get deeper. Rougher. Desperate.
"You're mine," he repeats. "Say it."
"Yours," I gasp. "Only yours, Daddy."
He groans. My name. My name on his tongue like a prayer. Like a claim.
His pace breaks. Just for a second. Then he bottoms out.
Hot. Thick. Pulsing.
Cum floods my pussy. Deep. Copious. Unrelenting.
I cry out. Arch. Shake. Feel every drop.
"Take it," he commands. "Swallow it all."
I do. I keep my legs wrapped around him. Keep my pussy clamped tight. Let him empty himself completely.
He stays buried. Chest heaving. Forehead pressed to mine.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Jessa."
My name. Soft now. reverent.
He pulls out slowly. A string of cum follows. Drips down my thigh. I don't care. I just rest my forehead against his. Breathe him in.
"You're pregnant," he says suddenly. Not a question. A statement. Calm. Certain.
I stare at him. "How do you know?"
"I can tell," he says. Thumb brushing my cheek. "My cock knew. Your body knew. This wasn't luck. This was destiny."
Instinct takes over. I nod. "Yes."
He cups my face. Looks into my eyes. "You're carrying my child. And I'm never letting you go."
"You won't have to try," I whisper.
He smiles. Dark. Satisfied. Possessive.
"Good." He adjusts my clothes. But not before pressing a kiss to my stomach. "My heir. My daughter. My everything."
I melt. Because it's true. The adrenaline fades. Replaced by something heavier. Warmer. Permanent.
He lifts me down. My legs shake. He catches me. Holds me.
"We're done here," he says.
"We're just beginning," I answer.
He grins. Leads me to his car. Opens the door. Helps me in.
"Home," he says. "Soon."
I watch him drive. Feel his cum still inside me. Warm. Claiming.
Instalove wasn't a leap. It was a landing.
And I'm exactly where I belong.