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Forty-six years of loneliness, of blood on his hands, of believing a man like him would never be allowed something this pure. And now… this. Sage Meridian, his princess, his wife in every way that mattered, wrapped around him so perfectly it felt like coming home to a place he’d never known existed.

She pulled back from the kiss just enough to rest her forehead against his, breathing the same steam-scented air. Her blue eyes were glassy with tears and lust and love. “Cal,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “You feel so good inside me. So fucking deep.”

Cal groaned, the sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest. His hands flexed on the generous curves of her ass, fingers sinking into soft flesh as he fought the overwhelming urge to thrust up into her. He was buried to the hilt, her plump pussy stretched obscenely around his massive girth, and the sight alone — her soft belly pressed to his, her heavy breasts brushing his chest, the way her thighs trembled on either side of him, nearly undid him.

“You’re so tight, princess,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “So warm, so perfect. I can feel every little… Oh my love, it’s like you were waiting for me too.”

Sage smiled, slow and filthy. “I was, baby.” She kissed him deeply, then paused as she rose up just a little — only a couple of inches — and leaned in to whisper hot against his ear, “But now your princess is done waiting.”

She sank back down with a wet, obscene sound.

Oh God… this… I can’t…

Cal’s head fell back against the stone with a groan. The drag of her silky walls along his cock was indescribable; hot, slick, impossibly tight. Every vein on his shaft felt her. Every throb of his heartbeat echoed inside her.

“Yes, oh baby. Yes…” she moaned as she did it again. Slower. Deeper. Rolling her hips in a filthy little circle at the bottom that made her clit grind against his pelvis and her ass ripple softly in his hands.

Cal’s fingers dug in harder. He looked at her with pure reverence and desperate awe. Look at her, he thought, the realization crashing through the pleasure like sunrise. She fought for every inch. She laughed and cried and took me. My brave, beautiful wife.

Sage’s pace quickened, just a little. Her heavy breasts bounced with each roll, pierced nipples tight and glistening in the candlelight. Soft, needy sounds spilled from her lips — little gasps and whimpers that went straight to his soul.

“Daddy, oh God, baby… you’re so deep,” she moaned, riding him with growing confidence, her slick coating his balls and dripping down into the hot spring water. “I can feel you everywhere. Filling me up so good. My husband… my big, perfect husband.”

Cal’s control frayed. He sat up straighter, wrapping one thick arm around her waist and the other around her back, pulling her flush against him so her breasts pressed tight to his chest. He met her movements with shallow, careful thrusts — not taking over, just giving her more, letting her feel every inch of him. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the gentle lap of water and the distant crackle of candles. Stars wheeled overhead through the crack in the stone.

He buried his face in her neck, breathing her in — salt, woman, and that sweet lavender in her hair that matched the highlights he loved so much. “Sage, princess. You feel like heaven. Like I don’t deserve this, but I’m never letting you go. Never.” His voice cracked. “I waited my whole life for you. Only you.”

She whimpered at his words, her rhythm growing faster, needier. Her pussy clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, milking his cock with every rise and fall. The pressure built low in his belly — tight, coiling, dangerous. He could feel his balls drawing up, the base of his spine tingling. She was getting close too — her thighs shaking, her breaths turning into broken little cries against his ear.

“Cal… Daddy… I’m so close already,” she gasped, grinding down hard, taking him to the hilt again and again. “You’re gonna make… make… me come on your… fuck… on your cock… first time… your fucking beautiful cock…”

Cal groaned, deep and helpless, holding her tighter as the pleasure crested higher for both of them. The stars blurred above. Candlelight danced across their joined bodies. And in that perfect, stolen moment, nothing else in the world existed except her — riding him, loving him, claiming every last untouched piece of his soul.

Sage’s world had narrowed to nothing but the thick, pulsing stretch of Cal inside her.

So full… so fucking full of him… my husband… my everything…

She rode him harder, chasing that bright, coiling edge. Her heavy breasts bounced against his chest, nipples dragging over his skin with every roll. The wet slap of her ass meeting his thighs echoed softly off the grotto walls, mixing with the gentle lap of water and their ragged breaths. Firelight shimmered across their wet, slick skin—gold sliding over the sheen on her thighs, the gleam on his chest, the places they were joined and dripping. Stars spun above like they were celebrating.

“Daddy— Cal— oh fuck—” Her voice cracked into a broken moan. “You’re so deep in me… stretching my little pussy so good… I can’t think.”

Pleasure crashed through her like a storm tide, dragging her under in roaring white waves of hot pleasure.

Oh! It's…too much… not enough… more…fuck!

Her sinfully ripe thighs locked around his muscular hips as the orgasm ricocheted through her — bigger than anything she’d ever felt. Her pussy clenched violently around his massive cock, fluttering and pulsing, and then she squirted. Hot, clear fluid gushed out around his thick shaft, splashing against his pelvis and dripping down into the hot spring in obscene little waves. Her whole body seized, back arching, mouth open in a silent scream that finally tore free as a raw, whispered cry.

Oh my God— Cal— husband— filling me— mine⁠—

“Cal! Daddy! I’m— I’m coming so fucking hard— your cock— you’re making me squirt— oh God—” She babbled, half-sobbing, half-laughing, completely lost. Her mind fractured into glittering lovely pieces.

I Love you… love you so much…I’m never letting you go…I want your baby…want everything….

Cal groaned beneath her, hands gripping her ass, thumbs rubbing firm circles right over that sensitive spot where her cheeks met her thighs — the exact place he knew would wreck her. He held perfectly still inside her, letting her ride every wave, even as his own body trembled with the effort of holding back.

Sage kept coming — rolling, crashing aftershocks that made her shake and squirt again in smaller, pulsing bursts. Her vision whited out. She could barely breathe.

Then she felt it — he still hadn’t come.