"Why do you always finish inside without even asking? And why did you rip my pants?" Chloe asked, wiping the fluid running down her thighs.
She still felt unbearably full, like even the slightest movement would make everything spill out.
"Sorry, I just get carried away sometimes," he replied with an unapologetic grin. "Besides, I wouldn't exactly mind if you got pregnant."
Chloe's face instantly turned crimson, the blush spreading all the way to her ears. The thought of having a child with him clearly affected her more than she wanted to admit.
"Well, I would mind," she shot back, trying to sound annoyed. "Why would I want to be tied down to a womanizing scoundrel like you?"
"I'm really not that bad," he said defensively. "Do you know how many pretty girls I've turned down?"
"So what? That's supposed to make me feel special?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"You should feel honored then," he said with a grin, flexing his fingers dramatically. "These hands are in high demand."
