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“Y-yes,” she breathes. She licks her lips. “The others. They’re in the hall outside. They’ll hear.”
“Do I look like I give a shit? I’ll fuck you so hard, the whole house’ll hear. You’ll walk out of here with my cum leaking from that pretty little pink pussy. Just so everybody knows how good you got it.”
Falynn’s mine, and I don’t mind letting everybody know. Letting them hear us fuck. My security team on the other side of the door can listen to every moan I force out of her, and be jealous I’m balls deep in a pussy they can only dream of fucking.
I bend her over the vanity table and draw my hips back. I slam into her at full force, knocking into her so hard her hands fly out, and she grips the table for leverage. She tries to hang her head and close her eyes as I piston into her, but that’s unacceptable. I want her to watch every brutal thrust, every single moment my cock punishes her.
My fingers twine around her loose curls and I yank her head up, forcing her to watch us in the mirror. Me pounding into her. Her breasts bouncing, her face flushed with pleasure and pain at my harsh treatment.
Falynn likes it rough. She likes my dominance. The way I make her seize up from orgasms so powerful, she can do nothing but cry out for mercy.
The bedroom fills with the sounds of our bodies slapping together. I’m relentless, giving her nonstop pleasure, forcing every last tremor and quake out of her. So much so, she can barely stand without me. She shakes, her knees unsteady, her hands desperately gripping the edges of the vanity table.
I help support her with my tight grip on her hip and pound into her harder. She’s hot and dewy under me, possessed in every sense of the word. My hips never slow down. My cock tunnels deeper inside her, reaching new depths with each savage thrust, until I bottom out.
Then start over again. I withdraw completely before drilling my way back in her sopping-wet, spasming pussy. She shudders and her nails practically carve marks into the wooden surface of the vanity table. She’s quickly losing it, quickly being driven to the brink.
A couple of times I think she’s going to tap out. The pain overwhelms the pleasure. Her brows knit together and her mouth hangs open, warmth on her cheeks.
But there’s no mercy to be had here. I fuck into her just as hard as ever as I seek out her swollen clit and further push her to the edge. She trembles and moans and tries to break free. She’s so wet, so fucking turned on, her clit pulses against my fingers. I give the little slick nub the relief it’s begging for—I rub her until she can’t stand it anymore.
Falynn comes with a deep shudder. She stills under me despite my aggressive thrusts, like she’s physically unable to handle the assault on her body.
I’ve learned her tells. The signs when she’s close. I’m aware when she’s about to let go. As she orgasms, I bury myself as deep as I can go in her silky, clenching pussy, and join her. We ride out our climaxes together in one sweeping wave of mind-blowing pleasure.
For a long moment, we’re at a standstill. My cock empties every drop of my seed. Her pussy pulsates around me. Our heavy breathing replaces the soundtrack of our bodies slapping against each other. I haven’t removed my hand from her throat. With my other, I smooth her hair back from her face, the strands at her crown now damp from our fucking.
Her gaze is on mine in the mirror, even more dazed and lost than earlier. I kiss her jaw and squeeze her throat, feeling how the muscle beneath her skin pulses.
I love this woman. No matter what she thinks. No matter how much she struggles with this life. I love her more than she can ever possibly understand.
“You are my fucking wife,” I growl into her ear. “Never take the ring off again, Falynn. I mean it.”
When I pull out of her, her tense posture loses its rigid form, like a balloon being deflated. She still clutches the edges of the vanity table, only her spine curves and she hangs her head and closes her eyes. Maybe to settle herself from the intensity of what just happened.
I crouch beside her and admire my work. The evidence I was fucking the shit out of her only a moment ago. My cum leaks from her, our mixed juices slicked along her folds. I plug two fingers inside her soaked pussy and push my seed deeper. Not a drop can go to waste. Not if we’re to finally produce what we’ve been working on for five years now.
She doesn’t like it—my obsession with impregnating her. It hasn’t been easy on her.
We’ve tried everything. We’ve worked with some of the best doctors in the country, but so far haven’t had any success.
I’ve been tested to ensure it’s not my sperm that’s the issue. The results revealed mine is as healthy as possible.
It’s Falynn.
Her body attacks itself when she’s pregnant. It kills the future life growing inside her. Every miscarriage has taken its toll. So have the many different treatments we’ve tried. The hormones and drugs that have done nothing but strip her of the light she once had. Each time another treatment fails, she loses another fragment of the Falynn I fell in love with.
The bright, infectious woman whose smile lit up my dark world.
Several years ago, when we lost our first one, it was after warnings from our doctor she was high-risk. My brother had drugged her. He had put his hands on her and roughed her up. Nobody had known at the time she’d been pregnant. Sometimes, I wonder if the trauma she went through during that period has somehow made it that much harder.
But I refuse to give up. Much to her dismay, it’s only made me that much more obsessive about succeeding. She will carry my child. Shewillbirth my heir.
I turn her around, making her face me and not the vanity table. I brush some curls behind her ear and peer into her eyes. They’re still empty, still glossed over. She’s slowly coming back down to Earth. I drop a kiss on her lips.
“Tonight’s canceled,” I say. “The dinner party isn’t happening.”
Hope flickers in her gaze. “No more dinner with Rosenbaum and the others?”
