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“Oh Jer,” I clawed at his back as he began to fuck me slowly. He was wider than any guy I had been with. It was going to take me a while to get used to him. And after last night, it was even harder to do that.
He was letting me ease into it though. He pushed up on his palms. His biceps flexed and rippled. I admired his gorgeous body as he thrust with his full force.
There was a sweet and sexy sleepy look on his face. As if he was still waking up from the insanity of last night. We had been crazy and reckless. And now we were consummating that craziness in the Magnolia honeymoon suite. I didn’t know when I awakened if he was going to consider last night the biggest regret of his life. We were impulsive getting married the way we did. What if he realized he didn’t want the money this way? What if he could have married a woman he truly loved? What if he didn’t want a baby after all?
The doubts were there, but quickly disappeared when Jeremy brought me back to center with his glorious cock. It could do things I didn’t know were possible.
“Damn, you feel so incredible, Evie,” he groaned. He gripped my ass, squeezing it as he sank inside me. I arched, demanding he give me more.
That was the thing I had discovered about him. The more I got, the more I wanted. An inch wasn’t enough. One kiss couldn’t satisfy me. I wanted every part of him. More. I always wanted more.
My knees fell wide, giving him the deepest access I could offer.
“Does my husband like it deep like this?” I breathed.
A bead of sweat trickled against his temple. I reached forward, tracing the droplet. His skin was damp and warm. He ground into me harder.
“What did you call me?”
“You’re. My. Husband. Shit,” I hissed as he pushed deeper, throwing me off course.
He grunted, rooting himself inside me. He explored. He tested my limits. He challenged me.
“You belong to me now, Evie.”
I nodded, knowing he was right. I could tease him all I wanted, but he owned me now.
His eyes fired. He hopped from the bed, dragging my ass to the edge of the four-poster mattress. He stood tall over me. We had slept in a beautifully decorated honeymoon suite, but the décor was lost on us. All we cared about was having a bed. I hadn’t noticed there was a private fireplace or a balcony last night. I had been too distracted by my new husband.
“Deep like this?” he taunted.
“Jer,” I cried when he threw my ankles on his shoulders and drove into me with a possessive thrust. “Yes.” I nodded emphatically. “Oh God, yes.”
He delivered another thunderbolt of heat to my core. My eyes rolled back. I didn’t know which way was up or down. I couldn’t form words, or even remember my new married name. I only knew this man owned my body.
“Fuck, Evie.” There was another stroke of his cock before we both scrambled for more.
I rolled, twisting myself in a pretzel until I was pinned on my stomach, his heavy frame thrusting into me from behind. Holy hell, I loved it. I loved how huge he was. How he canvassed my body with his hands. How every time he pushed inside me, he was closer to coming hard. He breathed in my ear, taking my hands over my head. He locked his fingers between mine as we began to climax together. I felt his balls slap against my clit he was so deep.
“Oh yes,” I begged. “Please, please.”
“Please, what?” His teeth grazed my ear.
“Oh, I want you to come.” My clit was buzzing. Every time he slapped it, electric shocks sizzled to my core. I was only one breath away from igniting under him. The fuse had been lit. It was just waiting to take off around his cock.
“The dirty Mrs. Hartwell wants me to come inside her,” he toyed with me, squeezing his palms around my hands. It felt intimate and close. His voice in my ear. His chest sliding against my back. Our breathing ragged and faint.
“She does,” I pleaded. “So much.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m going to come, Evie.” He trembled behind me for a brief second before the release hit him and he slammed into me.
As if we were possessed, I offered more of myself, sucking him deeper, and he pierced deeper and harder. My core began to vibrate lightly, the fuse had reached the epicenter. I screamed as the fireworks sparked and shot through my veins. One after another, as if the grand finale was finally here.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.
“Never.” Jer pushed into me, hilting himself with a final grunt.
We both exhaled in exhaustion. We slumped to the floor together. I drew my knees toward my chest, wanting to hold his gift inside as long as I could. At my last in vitro appointment, the nurse had told me if I could lie still for at least thirty minutes, it would increase my chances of getting pregnant. It had to be the same thing after sex.
