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“Mmm,” he said, smiling. “A little oversimplified, but I’ll give you a pass this once. Then, there was the night we danced together at the club,” he continued, letting out a soft groan. “Your pheromones were all over me that night. Had I been younger, a little more of a prick, I probably would have fucked you in the bathroom. Can’t you imagine yourself holding onto the handrail for dear life? Your skimpy little dress pulled down under your breasts, hiked up over your perfect ass while I mated you from behind?”
I moaned softly as Cole gripped himself, brushing the head of his cock between my inner lips, slicking against the wetness, coaxing stimulation between my entrance all the way up to my clit. Whimpering, I let my head loll back. “Cole, you’re torturing me,” I whined.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m almost done with this story.”
I gave a little nod even as I wanted to tackle him and take what I wanted from him so badly. “Okay,” I forced myself to say. “What else?”
“These days, when you’re busy or when I’m busy, when I don’t find the time to pamper you like I’m doing right now, I think about Georgia. I think about how sexy and strong you were, how smart and capable. I think about how proud I was to finally claim you fair and square, how amazing it would have been to put my pup in your womb that night while I was wild with desire for you and couldn’t think of a damn thing but bouncing you on my cock.”
Finally, finally, he slipped the head of his cock into me. I was surprised by the tight fit, considering how ready I felt for him.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m hard as a rock for you, sweetheart.”
He kept going in, and in, and in. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of his cock as he thrust into me, lifting my hips ever so slightly to get a properly snug fit. I looked down between us, watching the curve of my pelvis distend just slightly as he fit himself in all the way to the hilt. I rolled my eyes as he let out a guttural sound of relief.
“You’re perfect,” he said. “The way you tighten up around me when I’m inside you, like you’re about to let go just from having me there...you’re intoxicating.”
“F-feeling's mutual,” I slurred as my body adjusted to his size. “You feel bigger than usual.”
“Who knows?” he said. “I feel pretty keyed up. Maybe a bit of the wild side slipped through. It’s taking everything in my power not to fuck you as hard and fast as I can.”
“I mean,” I said, gasping as he started to slowly withdraw, giving me more of that delicious friction. I let my head fall back and moaned. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I whimpered.
“And lose the chance to see you react like this?” He slid almost all the way out before slowly thrusting back in. “Not a chance.”
My toes curled as I focused on every sensation inside me. The way my walls hugged him and tightened, the way I ached as his length pressed against the opening of my cervix, hurting just enough to feel good. After two or three more times like that, we found a rhythm.
It was like two experienced ballroom dancers—I went where he led. As he pulled out, I angled my hips to tighten the squeeze around him. As he pushed in, I reversed the angle so that he could feel every texture on the underside of his shaft. I switched between watching the sinful way he went in and out of me to looking up at his blissed-out face.
He was losing himself, adrift in his own pleasure. His eyes were hooded, and his mouth had faintly parted. It was easy to want to lose myself in that sea of sensation with him, but I remembered why we were here. What we were practicing.
“Are you going to put a child in me, Cole?” I asked. “Are you going to fill me up with you? Are you going to make me a mother and give me something to love and protect the way you love and protect me?”
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Yes, I am. I’m going to put a baby in you. I’m going to fuck you until you’re carrying my litter. I’m going to fill you up again and again until you can barely walk out of this room without feeling my cum dripping down your thighs.”
He gritted his jaw as he picked up the pace, though it was still measured, still slow. I could tell he was struggling with it, given how his chest and abdomen tensed up. He was keeping himself under tight control, but my dirty talking was pushing him closer to the edge.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, thighs tightening around him as my own breathlessness started to take over my measured tones. “Do you want to make me a filthy mess? Do you want people to smell you on me?”
“You’re mine, Marley,” he growled. “You are mine. My mate. My wife. I want everyone to know it.”
“Fill me up,” I begged. “Spill everything into me. I want it inside me. I want it all over me.”
“F-fuck,” he growled as he put his hands on my shoulders. “Hold still.”
He dug his fingers into my shoulders, holding me in place so he could properly drive into me. He started to thrust more like normal, hard, fast strokes that slammed into the back of me and ached perfectly. I reached up, bracing myself on his arms to make it easier for him to fuck me. It seemed to awaken something in him because he hunched over me, forcing my hips to angle up to the ceiling as his thighs spread out, forcing my legs further apart.
“Oh! Ouch…” I whimpered.
“You can take it, sweetheart,” he growled in my ear as he pressed a kiss to the hollow of my neck. “You’re such a strong, brave wife. You’re so beautiful. You’ve taken so much more of my cock than this. Come for me so I can fill you up, baby.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the way his breath brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck or if he’d just found the perfect spot to hit again and again as he thrust, but my pleasure started to build and coalesce more and more. My thighs fought against his as they tensed, and my toes pointed and curled.
“Cole…Cole…I’m…” My voice came out in barely more than a whisper, but I knew he picked up my meaning because his tempo became faster, even more insistent. I tightened around him for a few more thrusts, and he followed me off the edge, me whimpering as I orgasmed and him gasping against my neck as his cock twitched and pulsed inside me, pressed flush against my opening so hard that I could feel the curve of him.
He let out a few soft sighs as he kept spilling into me. When he was done, he stayed there for a few moments, our bodies damp and hot with exertion but already beginning to cool.
Cole kept pressing soft kisses to my collarbone, my face, my neck. Finally, when he caught his breath, he lifted himself up on his elbows and looked down at me.
