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I capture her sweet mouth in my lips, delving my tongue inside to claim her. She moans into my mouth. “Soon,” I rumble against her lips.
And then, I move in her.
Her tight flesh grips me, and I know I won’t last through very many thrusts.
“Fuck, Presley. You feel so good. So good…so tight…so slippery…”
She arches her body against me, as much as she can with her thigh tied down. Presley gives a frustrated growl as she strains against the belt, but her smile urges me on.
“You feel so good, Wade. Don’t stop, don’t stop until you make a baby in me, and even after that, don’t stop.”
I don’t know if she realizes what she’s saying, but the words hit me right in my chest. I want that. I want all of that with her, and I want to start now.
Her eyes glaze over as I pound into her faster and harder. She grips me tighter, milking me with her sex.
I want this to be as good for her as possible. Without thinking, I grab a pillow and tuck it under her hips, angling her higher as I smash into her tight, delicious cunt.
“So! Good!” Presley squeaks, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Open up. Eyes on me, sweetheart.” She does as she’s told. For once. And for that, she gets an eyeful of me spitting on my fingers before I reach down between our bodies to rub her clit.
“Oh my god…oh my god!” Her moans tell me she’s close. Her thighs tremble, and I ramp up my speed as I push in, our bodies moving as one.
And then my wicked girl slips one of her delicate fingers into my ass. “Fuck!”
Like a magic button, my release slams into me.
My vision dims, my ears ring, and I fucking unload in her. She screams out her orgasm at the same time as I do, and her spasms are so tight I might go numb.
I bury my face in her neck, repeating her name. “Presley!”
“I’m here,” she says, her nails digging into my back. “I’m here. And I’m all yours.”
“Forever.”
“Forever, Wade.”
“You’re mine to take care of.”
“Thank you,” she chokes out. “For everything.”
My voice rumbles, and my breath is ragged against her neck. “That is a pittance compared to what I would do for you. I love you, baby girl.”
She’s quiet until we’ve both wrung each other out completely.
We come out on the other side of our climaxes, clinging to one another.
“I love you, Presley. I meant every word. I’m keeping you.”
“And I love you, Francis,” she says with a wink, recalling my first name that Boris blurted out.
Laughing, I slap her on the behind, and she squeals.
My girl is naughty, and loving her for the rest of my life, caring for her, and watching over our babies will be so damn fulfilling.
More than that, it sounds magnificent.
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