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“Do you want me to stop?”
A headshake.
“Georgia, of the two of us, I’m the silent one. Tell me what’s going through that beautiful head of yours.”
She sighs and rubs her hands up and down her face before she sits up and touches my chest, swirling her finger along my ink and across my nipple rings. “That even though I shouldn’t, I want this.” Her gaze crawls up to mine. “I want you.”
In a heartbeat, I grab her wrists and pin them over her head, stretching her out. My mouth attacks hers as I grind my cock against her pussy, the barbells on the underside rubbing her.
“Oh! Ah!” She arches again, crushing her tits against my chest.
She licks my lips, tasting herself on me as I rock my hips and continue to slide against her folds and clit. She’s so warm and wet, and I slide so effortlessly, it’s taking everything in me not to immediately slam into her.
“Fuck, Lenox. God, that feels so good. So fucking good.”
I continue to hold her down, biting her breasts, licking and sucking on them all the while I grind my cock against her clit. She fights me, her arms squirming, her wrists trying to break free, but I won’t allow it. I’m feral, wanting to tear her apart. Wanting to mark every inch of her skin so she knows who it belongs to.
She continues to writhe beneath me, panting and gasping, her nails scratching at my hand. “I need you inside me,” she sighs.
“I want you to come again first.”
I pump against her, sliding harder and faster, watching with rapt fascination as my cock rings rub her clit, and her cunt soaks me in her cum. Her thighs are trembling, her head trashing between her raised arms, and I use my free hand, the one that’s been roaming over her skin, to pinch and twist her nipple. And when I do that, she detonates, coming on a wet rush all over me, and fuuuuuck, it feels so good. So good that I have no choice but to shift the angle and plunge deep inside her.
“Motherfuck!” she screams as I immediately start pounding into her while she’s still coming.
The walls of her pussy are swollen and hot, and I have to grit my teeth not to come on the spot. My hand still holds her wrists, and our sweaty chests are pressed together. With my eyes locked on hers, I stare into her and fuck her.
“Come inside of me,” she pants. “I want to feel you come in me.”
Jesus. Her words. Her filthy fucking words spin my life around. Because I want to come in her. I want to come in her over and over again. I want to come in her without that IUD inside her. I want to see her pregnant and smiling and happy, and I want to hold her goddamn hand as we walk down the fucking sidewalk.
This is not who I am.
But with her, it is.
I am lost to her. With her, I see a future I never imagined I could have, but now that she’s here, it’s all I can think about. It’s all I want. This marriage is fake to her, but it’s so real to me that I can’t stop myself as my face falls into her neck and I nibble on her flesh and silently mouth, “I love you.” Even if it changes nothing.
I stab into her, digging in deeper, using my hips to press myself against her clit with every pounding slap of our bodies. Sweat glides across my forehead and down the center of my back with how hard I’m driving into her.
I take her mouth, kissing her violently and messily but also worshipfully. I can hardly catch my breath, but I can’t stop either. She’s bucking against me, wild in her movements with one leg around my hip, the other bent on the bed, widened to allow me to go as deep as I can. My balls draw up, and I’m getting close. It’s the feel of her, the scent of her skin, the taste of her on my lips, and the uncontained way I can’t stop fucking her.
But she has to come. She has to, so I slip my fingers between our slick bodies and find her clit with my thumb.
“Hard or soft?” I ask against her lips.
“Hard. Now. I’m right there.”
So I give it to her hard. I press my thumb on her clit and rub it back and forth, and within seconds, she starts to lose it. I release her hands, and they immediately wrap around my neck, her nails scratching brutally at my upper back as her face presses into my chest, and she comes harder than I think I’ve ever seen her come. I fuck her through it, and when I can’t stand it another second, I let go and my orgasm barrels through me. I still, my back wrenching and I roar, shooting everything I have into her in hot, soul-twisting spurts.
After the last jerk of my hips, everything goes black, and I collapse, unable to catch my breath. I press her into the mattress, my body heavy and my limbs languid. Slowly consciousness creeps back in, and I roll us so she’s on top of me and I’m holding her, whispering uncontained words like how beautiful she is and how perfect and how nothing feels as good as being inside her.
My fingers trail down her back, admiring the slope and curve of her body, and when I think I can manage to walk, I climb out of bed and enter her bathroom to wet a washcloth. Bringing it back to her, she reaches for it, and I shove her hand away.
“I want to do it,” I tell her, and she falls back, staring up at the ceiling as I wipe up my cum that’s dripping out of her. I run my fingers through it and push some of it back into her, making her emit a shaky, breathy laugh.
“Are you breeding me?”
I throw her a raised eyebrow. “Is that an option?”
