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Only me.

“You’re not going to go around boys again, do you understand?”

“Yes, yes…” she chants, her nails dragging down my back and bicep muscles.

“No one will touch you but me.”

“Mmm…yes!”

“Now, say it.”

“No one will touch me but you.”

“Because you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

Those words and her overwhelming heat lure my own orgasm and I crush her to me, attempting to pull out.

Because I didn’t use a fucking condom. Again.

A part of me wants to fill her with my cum and my baby, but that part is a fucking asshole. She’s still so young and there’s no way in hell I’m making her relive her mother’s story.

“I-I’m on the…shot…” she pants, sinking her nails into my shoulders and her feet into my ass. “D-don’t pull out. I want to feel it.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse as I come inside her long and deep until my balls are spent.

We’re both breathing heavily with my thumb and cock inside her and my mouth on her nipple.

Gwyneth stares down at me and the fire that I meant to quench is still there, alive and fucking determined.

She has the type of fire that can’t be put out by water. If anything, it’s out to evaporate the water.

And that fire is now directed at me.

I release her nipple after one last bite that causes her to moan. Then her fingers are sliding up and down the back of my neck. “Hey, husband.”

“What, wife?”

“I think we should have sex again in the shower.”

“You mean I should fuck you?”

“Yeah, that.” She grabs a handful of my hair and runs her fingers through it. “I love it when you do that. Fuck me.”

“Then I’ll keep doing it until you’re satisfied.”

“What if I never am?”

“Then I’ll up my pace.”

Her eyes shine bright at that. “You will?”

“Whatever you like, wife.”

“I don’t think you’d do what I really like.” Her shoulders hunch, but she gives me a mischievous, contemplative smile that’s filled with her earlier fire, the fire that refuses to be put out. “Yet.”

Fuck.

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