“Right there,” she gasped. “Please—please do not stop!”
“Never,” he promised, maintaining that perfect rhythm. His hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clitoris and pressing down in a circling motion—hard.
The added stimulation was all she needed. Rosie’s climax crashed over her, her inner muscles clamping down around his cock as pleasure flooded through her body. She felt herself pulsing around him, felt the wetness coating his length as she came.
“Bull!” she cried, her hands clutching at him desperately.
As always, the sensation of her walls tightening around him triggered his own release. With a groan that rumbled through his chest and emerged in triumph, Bull thrust deep one final time. She felt his cock pulse inside her, felt the heat of his seed filling her as he emptied himself.
Into her. Into their future.
“Rose,” he breathed, his hips jerking with the aftershocks. “My Rose.”
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat. Bull’s weight pressed her into the mattress, and she loved the feeling of being surrounded by him, filled by him.
Finally he rolled to the side, pulling her with him so she was tucked against his chest. His softening cock slipped from her, and she felt the wetness between her thighs—evidence of their joining.
“Mrs. Lindsay,” Bull murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair. “How does it feel?”
Rosie smiled against his chest, her hand resting over his heart. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
She was his now. Truly, completely his. And he was hers.
Forever.
