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“So…” His hands dig into my hips. “Harder, faster, slower?”

I hum. “Let’s try slower.”

Jake adjusts his speed, slowing down to gentle and smooth fuck. I feel everything, every subtle movement of his body and cock. It turns me on even more. I look down and moans build on my tongue while I watch him enter me over and over again.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Just like that.”

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he says.

“Don’t stop, Jake. Seriously…”

I let out a sharp moan and his head drops to my shoulder again.

“Anna, I’m getting close here…”

“Don’t pull out!” I gasp.

He laughs. “Obviously.”

“And go deep. Like, really deep.”

“Anna, I think I got it⁠—”

“If you slip out⁠—”

“I’m not gonna slip out.”

“You know what—” I grip the counter beneath me. “Maybe we should just use a syringe. It worked before.”

Jake halts his thrust. “Excuse me?”

“Can you go get a cup to come into?”

“No, I will not go get a cup to come into.”

“But we⁠—”

He lifts me off the counter, and I yelp as he carries me into the bedroom.

“Anna Silva.”

He drops me on the bed and leans forward, towering over me on both arms. I bite my tongue.

“I am a healthy, fertile man,” he says, “and you are a healthy, fertile woman.”

“Okay, but⁠—”

“No cups. No syringes. I want your second child to be conceived the old-fashioned way in a moment of bliss and passion for each other. Do I make myself clear, Anna?”

My smile grows. “Yes.”

“Good. Now…” He licks his fingers and places them on my clit. “Tell me when you’re close.”

I lay back as he works me with his hard fingers. He enters me again and begins that soft grind, gently rocking his hips to the same rhythm of his slow-churning hand. A pleasure sparks deep within me and my body naturally sways to meet his thrusts.

“Oh, god…” I whisper.

“That’s a good girl.”