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I’ve done my research. “Shut the fuck up and take that dick like a good little girl.”
“I think it’s justgood girl.”
“I added an important element.”
“You did, huh?” She juts her chin at me.
Which I immediately grip between my fingers.
We stare at each other for a long, lusty beat.
Then I rearrange her so her legs are spread on either side of me.
“I said…” I cover her mouth with one hand. “Shut the fuck up.”
This time, her gasp is shaky.
I palm her ass, then hitch her hips, angling her glistening slit upwards. For my inspection. For my violation.
I drag my fingers through her wetness, then shove them inside her. And I sigh happily. “Fuck, you’re still wet from earlier. Good.”
She squirms as I stroke my fingers in and out of her, then use her wetness to coat my cock.
“Shh,” I say, unnecessarily because I’m still covering her mouth. My fingers are still wet from her when I clamp them on her hip and pull her down onto my cock, impaling her on the cock that craves her. “Yes, that’s it. Take your Mister’s dick like the good little girl you are.”
She shakes as I work her back and forth on my length, but it’s when I shift my hand to the back of her neck and pull her down on top of me that she really starts to lose it.
“You know why you’re so horny this week, little Clover?”
She whimpers and shakes her head,no, but she does. I know she does.
I fuck my hips up against her, the hammock rocking. She wouldn’t be able to get away from me even if she wanted to. I have her trapped on my dick, a squirming, horny, fertile girl.
“It’s the middle of your cycle, isn’t it? You’re ready for my seed. We haven’t use protection once. And I don’t want to. I want you to get pregnant here. I want you to have a part of me growing inside you when I take you to your hometown and put a ring on your finger. How about that? Is that what you want?”
She cries out and I growl at her to be quiet, which only makes her louder, and then she’s coming, and I explode, gripping her hips tight as I thrust up and bury my seed where it belongs.
Inside my wife-to-be.
Epilogue
Clover
three months later
The white dressis a bit of a stretch.
Literally. It doesn’t fit that well, the seams straining over the belly that didn’t exist two days ago at my last fitting, but now…well…it only has to stay on my body for a few more hours.
And then my husband will peel me out of it.
I lift my gaze from where the seam is looking like it might bust and search the garden for him. He’s not far away. He never is. Right now my older brother is introducing him to yet another business contact.
Anything to convince the Newton Smith family firm to set up shop here in Conception Ridge instead of returning to the world class city where we met.
I would laugh, except it looks like the hard press might be working on him.
My husband.
