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Aoife
PRESENT - CHRISTMAS DAY
“Doyou know how much I love you?”
A smile danced on my lips. “I mean, I could guess. But are we talking metric or imperial here? You know I’m a baker, Finn. Be specific.”
Before I could tease him much more, he rocked his hips, thrusting harder into me until my eyes fluttered to a close.
No longer was I thinking about inches or centimeters, just that my husband filled me so full that I wasn’t sure where he ended and I started.
A groan escaped me as he thrust back inside me, doing this thing with his hips that had my G-spot screeching to life in a wonderfully rude awakening.
My hands dug into his shoulders and I moaned out a promise, “No more teasing, no more teasing.”
“Definitely no teasing the father-to-be," he growled in my ear, sucking on my earlobe in a way that tickled rather than sent shivers down my spine.
My moan morphed into a laugh. “What about the mother-to-be? She deserves an orgasm,” I retorted, my words broken as he lived up to the task and moved a little harder, a lot faster.
“You deserve something, that’s for sure,” he rumbled, dropping his mouth now so that it was hovering over my lips.
I fought fire with fire because with a kiss, that was the only place Finn let me attempt to conquer him. As I explored him, savored him, reveled in him, I felt the second something switched on.
Gone were the teasing strokes, and in their place, I felt his tension start to brew as he tugged on my bottom lip.
“Mine,” he ground out.
My pussy clenched around his dick at the declaration, a declaration that always had me squirming and celebrating.
This hard man, this mobster, this brilliant mind, this beautifully scarred soul—he called me his.
I’d never imagined that belonging to someone could feel like this. Had never imagined I’d want to.
Who wanted to be owned by another person?
But if Finn owned me, I owned him.
It was a mutual possession, and that was what made it so perfect—
"Say it," he rumbled, breaking into my thoughts.
"Yours," I breathed.
"Who do you belong to, baby?"
“Y-You.” I ran my hands over the length of his spine, rubbing the taut muscles with my fingers before I dug my nails into the firm curves of his ass cheeks.
A hiss escaped him. “You will always be mine, Aoife. You know that, don’t you?”
I blinked bleary eyes at him. “I k-know that,” I whimpered as my toes curled into his calves, digging into them as much as he was digging intome.
“Good.” He crooned, "You take me so well, baby. So fucking well. So perfect for me. Mine," he ended, sealing it with a kiss he pressed to my lips, before he speared his tongue into my mouth, telling me silently that the time for words had long since gone.
As he rocked into me, his tongue slid against mine, fucking me there as fast as he fucked my pussy. He reared up slightly, grabbing my legs and repositioning me so they were spread wider apart, absorbing my gargled scream with his kiss as he pounded my G-spot.
Again, and again, and again.
