“Mrrrraaaa~oowwww!” the cat yelled, and trotted elsewhere.
“I’m sorry, Dane,” Austen said. “I told you, he’s always up to no good. I’ll clean this up right now.”
Dane grabbed her arm and stopped her in her tracks. “No. Later.” He set his hand on the small of her back and tugged her near. “I want you.”
He picked her up and carried her away.
“Oh!” She squealed. “Where are you taking me?”
“To the bedroom,” he growled. “I’m gonna cum inside you, babe.”
“Oh my God,” she panted, digging her nails into his wide back. “Yes.”
He tossed her into the giant bed and tore her swimsuit off.
Dane kissed her, spread her legs, and slithered down to her mound. She was already wet and ready, but the hockey player who once bragged about never eating pussy nowlovedit more than anything else in the world—no matter how badly she needed him inside her.
“I love you, Dane,” she whispered, clenching a handful of bed-sheets as he teased her with his talented tongue.
“I love you, too,” he said.
In the perfect dark of their bedroom, Austen closed her eyes, and waited for her husband’s loving touch.
