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“I’m sure. I want to feel you. Please.”

I climb over her. Knock her knees apart with my own. The jewel of the plug catches the light between her cheeks when I hitch her hips up. I notch the head of my cock against her and just hold it there, letting her feel the size of what’s about to go in.

“Eyes on me,” I say. “I want to watch my wife’s face while she takes my cock raw.”

Her eyes are hazy with lust as they meet mine.

The head stretches her open and her mouth falls open with it. I give her an inch. Stop. Another. Her nails bite my shoulders. I don’t look away. I watch her eyes water. Watch her bite her lip. Watch the moment it stops being too much and starts being not enough.

“More,” she gasps.

“You’ll get. Be patient.”

I sink further. The plug makes her so tight I can feel it through the thin wall, a hard little pressure every time I push. She whimpers, heels digging into my back, trying to pull me in faster. I don’t let her. I pin her hip and feed her the rest, until my pelvis is flush to hers and there is nowhere left to go.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “Simon. I can feel you in my stomach.”

“I know.” My voice is practically gravel. I reach a hand between us, pressing on her lower abdomen until I swear I can feel the outline of myself. “You feel how deep that is? That’s yours. Every inch. Fucking branded with your name so no one ever forgets it.”

“Move. Please move. I need it.”

I pull back until just the head is in her, watch her pussy cling to me, then drive back in hard. She cries out. The bed jolts. I do it again. The plug shifts and she makes a sound I’ve never heard from her, high and broken, toes curling hard against my calves.

“That’s it. Take it. Look at me.”

I fuck her like I’ve desperate. Not careful enough to be sweet. Careful enough not to hurt her. Long strokes so she feels every inch, then short and mean when I find the angle that makes her eyes roll. My thumb finds her clit. She’s soaked. The sound of it is obscene, skin on skin, the wet slap every time I bottom out, her trying to say my name and choking on it every time I slam back in.

“You made a secret doctor’s appointment,” I say against her mouth. “So I could come in you.”

“Yes—”

“You’re wearing my ring—"

“Yes, Simon, yes—”

"And you’re stuffed full of my cock, and still begging for more."

Her whole body locks, pussy clamping down so hard I have to grit my teeth, pulsing around me in these tight rhythmic squeezes that try to drag my own orgasm out of me. I fuck her through it, thumb still on her clit, the ring on her hand catches the light and nearly undoes me too.

“Good girl,” I grit out. “That’s my girl. Fuck, look at you. So perfect. You’re so perfect.”

“Cum in me.” She’s still twitching, oversensitive, pulling me deeper with her heels. “Please. I want it. Don’t pull out. I want to feel it.”

Fuck. Me.

I bury myself to the hilt, plug pressed tight against me, and come so hard my vision cuts. Pulse after pulse, spilling inside her, coating her walls. She pulls me in like she wants every drop.

I stay there. Forehead to hers. Trying to catch my breath. Still hard enough that when I shift, more leaks out around me, hot on her skin.

“My wife,” I say.

She laughs, wrecked, breathless. “Fiancée, technically.”

“Close enough.”

I pull out, careful, and watch. Come follows, thick, sliding out of her, and the sight of it with the jewel still seated and the ring on her hand almost gets me hard again. I push two fingers back in and stuff it back where it belongs.

“Disgusting.” She swats at my hand without really trying to stop me.