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My boyfriend slows his pace until he’s no longer fucking my body, but making love to it.

“Silas,” I moan, letting my head fall back against the wooden door.

At this point, I’m just handing myself over to him to do as he pleases.

That’s the kind of trust and respect I have for this man.

“Give yourself to me like a good fucking girl,” he croons, freeing one of my breasts from the lacy black bra I wore on purpose.

My nipples are larger and pinker than ever before, and I watch the way his eyes sparkle in the faint lighting creeping under the door.

“Have these been leaking yet?”

I feel my pussy spasm around his cock. “Yeah a little bit. I should probably start wearing breast pads.”

He groans and lowers his mouth to my nipple, carefully sucking it between his lips.

I’ll be the first to admit that a lactation kink was not something I thought about before I met Silas. I didn’t even know it was a thing until now.

Regardless, my thighs clench around his waist, like my body has been hiding this secret fantasy my whole life.

He pops off and circles his tongue around my nipple. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I know I need to be careful. I don’t want my mouth to spark spontaneous contractions.” He winks at me. “Well, not in that area anyway.”

My pussy grows wetter, almost like it knows he’s referring to it gripping his cock when he inevitably makes me come. “No. The opposite, Daddy. I loved it.”

Reaching behind my back, he unclasps my bra with one hand, and it falls into my lap right as he starts suckling on my other breast.

The sensation is my undoing. The feelings, emotions. Knowing that I’m carrying this man’s child and he cannot get enough of us. He’s never been able to quench his thirst for me, and tonight, he’s physically proving that.

“How many babies are we going to have?” The question tumbles from my lips and he pulls off, swallowing down my release.

“How many do you want me to give you?”

I don’t know why I act all coy because I’ve been anything but tonight. “Well, we both already said that we want a big family.”

Silas grinds his hips into me, and my orgasm crests.

“Move in with me, and I’ll give you all the babies. I’ll put them inside you whenever you fucking want. You’ll be so full of my cum that you’ll be able to taste it.”

I come so hard that I actually see stars. Silas draws out my pleasure with his mouth around my left nipple, approving growls vibrating against my full breast.

When my high subsides and I’m a satiated mess with mascara no doubt down my cheeks, I hold his handsome face in my hands. He hasn’t shaved for a day or so, and I love the rough feel of his stubble. The sensation grounds me, reminding me that this life is real, that I’ve finally found the happiness I was convinced would never come.

“Are you asking me to move in with you now?”

He presses his palm into the door above my head as he comes hard inside me, squeezing his eyes shut.

After a beat, he opens his eyes, nothing but pure adoration evident.

“I want you near me all the time, Vesper. When I get home from training or after a game. When you finish a long shift and need to collapse with a pizza in bed. I want you to fall asleep in my arms, with a coloring book balanced in your lap. I want to carry you to bed when you’re exhausted and wake up in the middle of the night to care for our babies. I’ve waited so fucking long for this, and I’ve got time to make up.” He brushes a kiss across my lips. “So, yeah, I want you to move in with me—now.”

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Silas

Fixing my black bow tie on the tux Will wanted all the guys to wear to his wedding, I find Mason standing on the rope bridge, gazing out at the view of Seattle. It’s a clear day in early February and the perfect weather. Bainbridge Island is as beautiful as I remember from the day we came to view the venue. Like my life back then compared to where it is today, this island feels a world away from downtown Seattle even if it’s only a short hop on the ferry.