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“It’s okay,” she whispers. “We don’t have to have kids, Tank. I’m sure this place has condoms. It’s the honeymoon suite, after all.”

I take a few more seconds to get myself under control before I move until I’m nose-to-nose with my wife.

“I can’t fucking handle the images in my head,” I admit. “You pregnant with my child almost made me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

“Oh,” she whispers. “So you’re okay with this? The possibility of us getting pregnant?”

“More than okay, babygirl,” I say, kissing her gently.

I know my beard is drenched in her juices, but she doesn’t shy away.

“How many are you thinking?” I ask, kissing her jaw. “Ten? Twelve?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of three or four,” she laughs.

“That’s a good start,” I say, making my way back between her legs. “We need to hurry this last one along, baby. I can’t get those images out of my head, and when I come, I want to be buried as deep as your body will let me.”

Not giving her a chance to respond, I dive in.

No sensual playing. No kissing or nibbling. I fucking attack.

I slide three fingers inside her, stretching her while thrusting.

Still not wide enough.

I slide in a fourth finger, and she shouts. But I’m still paying attention.

“So good,” she pants.

Dropping my voice low, I turn animalistic and release a growl that sends her crashing over the edge.

She squeezes my fingers so hard I’m losing circulation.

I groan at the thought of her squeezing my dick that hard.

“Now you’re ready for me,” I say.

Not wanting to freak her out, I quickly remove my pants while she’s still in a post-orgasmic haze.

Gripping her legs, I raise them and place them on my chest, kissing her cute little toes until she comes back to herself.

“Hi,” she eventually whispers.

“I think I have a toe fetish,” I admit softly, nibbling at her toes. “You painted them a pretty pink.”

“Hi,” she whispers again, and I laugh.

“Hi, baby. You ready for me?”

“Mmhmm,” she sighs.

“Then open those beautiful eyes and watch me,” I order, spreading her legs wide. “Grab my cock, baby, and line us up.”

Taking a deep breath, she reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock, her fingers not quite touching.

This was a mistake.

The second her soft hand grips me, I start to pulse.