Goddamn it.I capture her throat, just enough that I can keep her body locked against mine. “You want me to brutally fuck you? Then you’re going to keep still while I do it. Remember what the doctor said, no lifting, pulling, or twisting.”
“I promise,” she vows.
“You’re my wife. Mine to care for, mine to protect, and mine to fuck . . .” I slide my fingers over her clit. “Now take it like an obedient fucking wife.”
I fuck her with long, deliberate thrusts. Snapping my hips just enough to make her grunt. “This is what you do to me. This is what it means to belong to someone. This”—I plunge my entire length inside her—“is what it means to be my forever.”
A broken sound escapes her throat, raw and begging.
“There you go, let it all out. Make those pretty noises I like so much.”
She moans like it’s the only way she can breathe.
Then she throws her head back as she comes, and I nearly lose my sanity. I drive into her harder, feeling her body break for me like it can’t decide whether to fight for survival or become an offering.
“You’re not fucking done,” I say. “Give your husband another one.”
I grip her thigh, hiking it up higher and spreading her open just a bit more, careful not to move her too much. She’s already had more than enough roughness for my liking. I no longer pound into her but give her long, deep strokes that are slow and brutal. It’s cruel torture. She clenches around me. There’s already another one coming in behind the last.
“Oh, sweetheart, look how you take every slow inch so beautifully.”
I massage every sensitive spot she begs for. Her back arches against my chest, and I release her trembling thigh. She collapses in my arms, sobbing my name as she comes. Shattering into a million little pieces—all of her edges as jagged as mine.
“Fuck, Kelly,” I say through gritted teeth, barely keeping it together. “That’s it. That’s my fucking wife. Give it to me.” I jut into her, not letting her come down, my thumb rubbing slow, firm circles over her swollen clit.
“Please, Logan,” she begs. “I want every drop dripping down my thighs.”
That’s all it takes for me to let go. I bury my cock deep inside her and let the tsunami of pure fucking bliss tear through me like a storm until I can’t see anything but her. Spilling everything I have as she wrecks me.
We lie tangled and breathless, our chests rising and falling in sync with each other. The need to kiss her has me gently rolling her under me. A soft smile curves on her lips when her hazy eyes find mine, and the fresh glow of ecstasy still lingers on her cheeks—damn, she’s beautiful. I tip her chin toward me and kiss her until we’re breathless all over again.
I sit up between her legs, prepared to retrieve a towel, but instead she parts her thighs. The carnal sight of my cum leaking out of her is so fucking hot, I pause to admire it. My thumb grazes down the length of her rosy swollen clit and catches the drip to stuff it back into her still pulsing pussy.
Instinctively, I press my hand to her stomach, knowing someday I’ll leave marks here that aren’t from my teeth. It’s the first time I’ve ever truly wanted to leave something good behind. Perhaps she’ll carry on her family’s legacy with me.
She’s tucked into me, my head nestled on top of hers. I remove the cold pack resting on her side, flip it over, and rewrap the towel around it before positioning it back on her ribs and holding it in place.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
She sighs softly, humming approval. “You’re very nurturing.”
Nurturing.That’s not a quality I hear about myself often. “For you I am.”
She gives a subtle shake of her head. “Not just me, I’ve seen it with your family too.”
I suppose that’s true.
“Did you know Jordan’s pregnant?” I ask.
“No! When did you find that out?”
I grin. “Last time we went over for dinner.”
She pats my shoulder in a fake slap. “We agreed no more secrets.”
“I forgot,” I say. It’s the truth, I’ve been mentally occupied with our stalker situation for the last few weeks. Somehow, having children never really occurred to me as something I wanted until I pushed my cum back inside her. I know almost everything there is to know about this woman, but this is something we’ve never discussed—as a couple or as individuals. The fact that I don’t know her stance on something so important has been rolling around in my head since, and this is the perfect opportunity to bring it up.
“Do you ever think about that?” I ask. “Having kids?”
