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I was dripping down my belly, and Elliot closed his mouth over my nipple while I rode him. Fingers dug into my hips, moving me to the rhythm he wanted. Even with me on top, Elliot was in charge. Exactly how I liked it—how heneededit.
“God, I missed the taste of you.”
He let go of my hip to fist the back of my hair and bring my mouth to his. Kissing me hard, he licked into my mouth with sweetness on his tongue, and my eyes rolled back behind my eyelids.
My wet breasts slid along his shirt, sticking us together. In the back of my mind, I wished his skin was on mine, but I was too distracted by his hands, mouth, scent, cock. I couldn’t put that thought into action.
The hold on my hip slipped to my ass, fingers delving between my cheeks. He prodded where we were joined, forming aVwith two fingers to feel himself entering me. I reached between us, making aVon top of his. Clutching the back of his neck, I watched him as we felt ourselves fucking.
“You’re made for me, Catherine.” He nipped at my lower lip. “Nothing has ever been as right as being inside you.”
I ground against him, taking him to my limits. He was right. This was right. We were.
Desperation hung heavy on our limbs as we grappled and clung. Needy limbs wrapped tight, and lonely lips kissed and kissed, panting sweet words and whispering absolute filth.
Elliot lapped at my breasts and rolled my throbbing clit as I came around him, shuddering with the climax I’d saved for two weeks. It was soul shattering, heartrending. My body was torn in two, and his put me right back together.
When I was soft and pliant, he dropped me onto the seat and plunged into me with a force that took my breath away. He pressed my legs up and out. “I’m going to come so hard. You’re making it happen with your sweet cunt. You’ll be dripping with me when I’m finished with you.”
“Yes,please.” My nipples tightened, and my belly was set alight. He was going to make me come again, talking that way.
“I’ve got so much cum for you, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you again and again until you give me another baby.”
My heart tripped, skipping a beat, and my inner muscles clamped down on him, begging him to keep his promise, urging him to fill me, make me his, mark me for always.
“You like that, don’t you?” He sucked my nipple into his mouth and pounded me breathless. “Want you pregnant again. Ripe with another baby for me. Gonna fuck you until you give me another and another.”
“Yes,” I cried, my head tipping back. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the barreling climax that took over my muscles. My legs locked around his back, and I writhed beneath him.
He roared into my shoulder, clamping down with his teeth as he lodged himself as far as he could get, coating my inner walls with his wild promises.
We lay there, clinging to one another until Elliot moved us so he was on the bottom with me sprawled on top of him. I found myself giggling against his chest.
“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” he grumbled.
“We’re going to have to scrub this car down before we get out.” I lifted my head, eyes wide with horror. “Wait, do you think they scrub the car down between passengers? We can’t be the only ones who—”
He pressed my head back to his chest, chuckling softly. “I’ll look into it. Promise. Just let me hold my girl for a while before I have to think about anything but this.”
I liked the sound of that. “Oh, all right.”
Chapter Thirty-three
Elliot
Josephinehadcriedforthirty seconds before I scooped her into my arms. In my thirty-one years on this planet, I’d never known my heart could break so instantly or that such a tiny being would be capable of doing it.
But as quickly as she’d broken my heart, she gave me new life.
Pulling back, my baby girl gazed at me, little teardrops clinging to the long lashes surrounding her big, brown eyes. Then, without warning, she dove into my neck, squirming her tiny body closer and closer.
Holy Christ, I’d almost broken down in my own tears.
And then my Catherine decided to challenge my heart a little more. She’d strung colorful bunting in the living room that said, “Welcome Home, Elliot,” and had made a cake with the same message.
Never…
No one…
