My cock was already throbbing with the desperate need to come, and I hadn’t even gotten halfway inside her yet. She was tight enough that I had to work for it, so I braced my hand on her lower stomach, extending my thumb down to swirl circles around her clit, relaxing her even more so I could push a little deeper.
“Oh God,” she said, fingers digging into my thighs. “Fuck, you’re big.”
I breathed out a pained laugh as her pussy rippled around me. “Why doesn’t that sound like a compliment?”
“Because it’s not.Holy hell.”
“How much more can you take, kitten?”
“There’smore?” She snapped her head up, eyes huge as she stared down between us to where I disappeared inside her. “Oh Jesus. I should’ve known you’d try to murder me with your giant cock.”
I breathed out a laugh, my dick throbbing as her cunt squeezed around me. “Not even halfway in yet, wife. But you wanted my cock, so you’re going to take it.” I continued to stroke her clit, pressing my other hand to the inside of her thigh and opening her up even more so I could ease farther inside. “There you go. Open up for me, baby. Be a good girl and let me all the way inside this pretty pussy.”
“Ford,” she panted, cupping one of her breasts and teasing her nipple, her other hand sliding down to join mine against her clit.
And motherfuckinghell, there was no stopping me now. Not when my name passed those pretty lips while I was buried inside her and she guided my fingers with her own, showing me exactly how she like to be touched.
With a groan, I pushed forward, sliding the rest of the way in and settling my hips against the cradle of her thighs. “Look at you,” I rasped, staring down to where we were joined. “Ohfuck, look at you.”
She was obscene like this and so fucking gorgeous as she took me all the way in, her pussy spread wide around my shaft, her needy clit exposed completely.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she chanted, her eyes glazed as she stared up at me with something that looked an awful lot like awe. “God, you feel…”
“What, kitten?” I asked, pulling out slowly before sinking inside her again. “Tell me.”
She moaned, hips rocking in time to my slow thrusts. “So good. Why is itso good?”
“Because this pussy was made for me.” I held her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh and loving how her body gave against my grip. “Now let’s see if I can make you scream…”
Holding her still, I snapped my hips forward, setting a steady rhythm that dragged my barbell against her G-spot with every thrust. Her eyes were glazed, fingers working frantically over her clit, her pussy tightening around me with every stroke.
“That’s my good girl. Rub that pretty little clit for me. Make yourself come all over my cock so I can fill you up.”
That thought alone had my balls drawing up tight, ready to explode. I’d never once fucked without a condom—hadn’t thought much about it, to be honest, because it was just a fact of life. But for reasons I couldn’t articulate, I was desperate to spill myself inside her. Desperate to sate my need inside my wife and see her filled with my come.
“Quinn,” I managed through gritted teeth.
“Almost,” she panted. “Almo—”
She didn’t even get the word out before she bowed off the bed, her head pressed back into the pillow, eyes closed as she screamed her release.
“Fuck yes, there it is. Christ, you look beautiful coming all over my cock like a good girl. Such a good fucking girl.” I groaned, thrusting one last time and settling as deep inside her as I could, her pussy squeezing my shaft as she came.
I couldn’t take it anymore and finally loosened the control I’d held on to so tightly. With a groan of her name, I exploded inside her, my orgasm ripping through me. I dropped my head to her chest, panting through my release, distantly aware of her fingers running through my hair.
It felt so good—shefelt so fucking good—I didn’t allow myself to second-guess what we’d done or worry over the fact that this was supposed to be a fake marriage but I’d just fucked my wife into oblivion.
And I had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
QUINN
The Blueberry Festwas being held downtown, near the park, with vendor offerings ranging from pie to wine to scented body products and everything in between, all befitting the blueberry theme.
Even though it was a beautiful late July day, if I had it my way, I would’ve avoided attending this altogether. But since Ford had a booth—a dunk tank fundraiser he’d come up with for the little league team I’d had no idea he and Aiden coached—Addison had cornered me yesterday and told me I was going whether I wanted to or not. And I’d come to realize that when Addison had her mind set on something, there was no use arguing with her.
Besides, she’d had a point when she’d said Ford and I needed to keep up appearances to make everyone buy this coupling—especially when Dr. Dicknose still refused to entertain any discussion of my purchasing the clinic. Little did she know, this coupling was more real than I’d ever intended, and I didn’t know what to do about that. It had been plaguing me since the night Ford and I had slept together—both literally and figuratively—and I’d fallen asleep with him curled around me, my mind and emotions a jumbled mess.
