Before my body had even stopped shuddering, Ford was gripping my hips and pulling me back toward him. I could hear the clink of his belt buckle, the zipper of his pants.
“Give me that pussy,” he said, teasing my entrance with the head of his cock.
“Yes,” I moaned, my mouth watering. “It’s yours. I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours,” he told me, squeezing my ass cheek before slapping it hard.
“Fuck! Again,” I begged, watching him in the mirror.
He smacked my ass again, harder this time. I moaned at the sensation, the hot tingle under my skin, but before I could ask for another spanking, he thrust into me with a groan. We both cried out, my hands fisting the blankets as my body was suddenly jerked forward from the strength of his thrusts. Still watching our reflection, I pumped my hips back and forth, finding the rhythm, giving it to Ford as hard as I was getting it. His cock stretched me from the inside and I fucking loved it.
“You’re mine,” Ford grunted as he fucked me, eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “All mine.”
I could feel his frustration and his anger in his thrusts, but as he fucked me, I could sense those feelings start to dissipate. His hands became more gentle on my hips, each movement he made getting slower and deeper, like a promise of pleasure and more.
“Are you close?” he asked, leaning over me, his chest against my back, his voice hot in my ear.
Before I could answer, he moved his hand from my hip down to my clit, circling it with his finger. I cried out as he teased me gently, his cock and hand bringing me so much pleasure my eyes were watering. My second orgasm rose inside of me and I didn’t try to fight it, moaning Ford’s name as my release hit me in shockwaves. Ford kept fucking me, stroking my clit until it was all too much and I collapsed on the bed beneath him, feeling as if I’d been wrung out.
But he was still hard inside of me. It was clear that he wasn’t ready for this to end.
I felt him withdraw, and then he turned me over and spread my legs wide, sliding back inside for more.
“Yeah,” he groaned, positioning himself on top of me and clasping my hands, our fingers intertwined.
As he looked into my eyes, he began fucking me again, even slower this time, leaning down with each thrust to kiss me slow and deep.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry about Claudia and my mother and everything.”
I moaned, his dick so good and so right.
“I’m…sorry…too…” I told him. “I should have told you…about the baby. And I’m sorry about…the divorce papers.”
I had to keep pausing to breathe and moan.
“I’m sorry about what I did in high school,” he added. “I was an asshole. And I should have told you about your dad’s…other business.”
“I understand…why you didn’t,” I panted. “I…forgive you.”
He stopped for a second, throbbing hot and hard inside me, and for a moment I forgot what I was even talking about. All I could focus on was Ford and how good he felt.
“I love you, baby,” Ford said, starting to pump into me again, picking up speed, grinding deeper and faster until tears came to my eyes.
“I love you too,” I told him.
I’d been pushing back my feelings for so long that letting them out felt like a release—and it was immediately followed by a different kind of release. I came again, from some place deep inside, shuddering, gasping, my pussy clenching around Ford’s cock and gushing wet as he thrust into me over and over again.
With a loud groan, he finally came too, spilling his release inside me, his hands still tight on mine. Rolling over afterward, he pulled me against his chest. Both of us breathing hard as we came back to reality.
I raised up on one elbow and looked at my husband. He turned his head to meet my gaze, that wolfish grin still on his lips—as if he’d never be able to get enough of me. Then he glanced down at my belly and that expression softened.
He reached out and put his palm over it.
“My baby’s in there,” he said, sounding awed.
“It is,” I confirmed.
I knew that I owed him the explanation I’d been holding back. That comingcompletelyclean with Ford was the only thing that would allow us to manage some kind of arrangement that would let him be a parent, while still keeping the senior Malones in the dark about the baby’s true parentage. My brothers were keeping the Bratva’s threats a secret from their wives, but I couldn’t keep it from Ford. Not after everything we’d been through. I was done with lies.
