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Harper smiles wide, beam more beautiful than the light coming from the full moon above. The sight alone obliterates whatever irritation has been weighing me down all day yet knowing that that particular grin is for me – and only me – dissipates any other emotion that isn’t pure joy.

She sweetly waves with the hand not holding some sort of container, and I coyly return the gesture.

“Oh, that is so cute, it’s gross,” my boss teasingly states from my side. “You look like my eight-week-old doxin puppy.”

Her comment causes me to laugh loudly before stating, “I’ll see you at the bar in a bit.”

“Aw, that’s adorable that you think you’re still coming,” she sasses to me and swiftly waves to my girlfriend. “Have a good night, Harper!”

“Bye, Amber!” the love of my life warmly replies. Upon my arrival in front of her, her smile somehow grows even bigger, making me feel not only like I hung the moon, but caught it, dragged it to our galaxy, and pinned it right in the middle of the sky simply to please her. “Hey, babe.”

My hands are cupping Harper’s face to hold it where I want it without any real warning to either of us. Crashing my lips against hers is followed by my tongue diving inside, wanting every piece I can find, needing every piece I can take. Imperativeness propels me into guiding her over to the side of her SUV. Into pulling the door handle to the backseat. Into pushing her gently inside to have her the way I should get to have her every anniversary.

Coño…every fucking night.

Our mouths stay meshed in the clumsy process of closing the door and getting naked from the waist down; however, the second I thrust forward with her ankles over my shoulders, the connection is cut to allow a loud cry of my name to fall from her swollen lips. “Tate!”

“Ay, si, bella, grita mi nombre, así mismo,” I command in Spanish on a hard heave. “Don’t fucking stop screaming it until I stop fucking you.”

Harper whimpers over the command yet complies.

Her screams amplify each time I dive deeper. Brush her clit with a harsh hit. Nudge her g-spot with enough pressure to have her back bow but not enough to get her coming on my cock. Her dripping wet pussy screams to the same window shaking volume that her vocal cords do, drowning my dick on every dip, ceaselessly choking on it, constricting like it’s gagging for unfathomable reprieve. The tighter the muscles get the fiercer my thrusting becomes. Perennially pounding her into the leather seat occurs in between remorselessly banging her head against the door.

Sounds of my balls barbarically bathing in the slipperiness combine with the nut busting sensation of having her scorching juices become smeared all the way down to my thighs. Slowing down abruptly happens just for me to slide my dick out to sloppily spread our stickiness down the crack of her arse, around the puckering hole, and back inside, refusing to let the overworked territory have the break its desperate to have.

Like a sexually rabid beast, Harper winds both hands around my dangling tie and uses it to tug me into her.

Rougher.

Faster.

With more urgency as she pulls herself upward while simultaneously dragging me down.

The brief points I’m unexpectedly choked get my balls and shaft swelling alike. Refusing to come before my woman does is what increases the speed and severity of my strokes. Each drive inside wolfishly taps that hidden ecstasy button while each pull out brutally bumps her stiffened clit, providing just the right amount of contact to have her coming in less than sixty seconds.

Harper screams reach new, higher pitches and basking in them is almost as fucking incredible as laving in the fiery pulses dousing my dick. Long, sweltering ropes of cum root themselves at the deepest level with my desperation for her to carry our child causing me to stay planted in place like extra insurance that her pussy devours every drop.

Soaks in every little dribble so that we can finally grow our family.

Captivated by the idea as well as the orgasmic tremors she’s still displaying leads me to leaning my face closer while continuing to shallowly rock my softening shaft inside. “No puedo esperar a verte preñada con nuestro bebe.” The Spanish spoken statement about her having my baby is promptly proceed by a command. “Tell me you want it, too.”

My girlfriend dreamily hums, hooded eyes struggling to settle in mine. “I do.”

“Say it for me, beautiful,” I anxiously insist on a push. “Say you want my baby.”

“I wanna have your baby, Tate,” Harper warmly proclaims, the statement enough to get my dick stirring a second time.

Wicked grunts grow in my throat during my descending of her lips.

What should’ve been one sex session unintentionally rolls into two only ending when the cum I’ve filled her with has trouble staying securely inside.

At that point, clothes are tugged back into their proper positions to the best of their ability and the logic that tends to leave the equation when I haven’t had a strong enough dose of her clicks back into place. I lovingly tuck a few now lose strands behind her ear on an investigative question. “Thought you were working tonight?”

“Um…I am.” She blushes and reaches for her abandoned cell. “But you know the drill. I can leave for a break as long as my phone’s on, and I stay within fifteen minutes of the hospital.”

“Coño, I don’t think I’ve ever been so bloody grateful to work where I work.”

A small giggle escapes on an amused headshake. “It’s our four-month anniversary, with us both having to work I booked us something else later on in the month to celebrate-”

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