Page 66 of His Good Girl


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Staring into the mirror, my eyes lock with Willow. I know she feels my sadness when she comes to sit beside me, nudging my hand with herwet nose.

The day after he proposed, Gabe brought home a beautiful Golden Retriever puppy. He asked what kind of dog I wanted. I told him I didn’t care as long as she was big and cuddly.

I cried like a baby when he brought her through the door, and she’s been my shadow ever since. She follows me everywhere and that’s why she’s currently in the bathroom with me. Bending down, I rub her ears, kissing her on the top of her head.

“Come on, girl. Let’s tell Daddy we’ll have to try again next month.” She wags her tail at the mention of her daddy.

Opening the bathroom door, he’s waiting for me on the other side. Willow takes off through the house, hunting a toy, I’m sure.

Shaking my head, he opens his arms, ready to share my pain. I’m not crying like I usually do. I think I’ve reached the point of numbness from months of disappointment.

“Baby, it’s going to be okay. I don’t like seeing you like this.” He strokes my hair, kissing my temple.

“Gabe, I don’t think I can get pregnant. I’m so sorry.” Burying my face in his chest, I can’t bring myself to look at him.

Gripping my arms, he pushes me back a step, gazing into my eyes. “Fuck no. We’re not doing this. Who says having children defines our happily ever after? Would I like to have a baby? Yes. At theexpense of your well-being? Absolutely fucking not.”

His determined expression holds an intensity I know all too well. He wants me happy, no matter the sacrifice.

“I don’t want you to resent me.” The truth comes out as a whisper, weak and defeated.

“The only thing I could ever resent you for is letting this come between us. We wanted a child, but if we can’t have one, then so be it. Nothing in this world is more important to me than you.” His eyes soften and I know he’s not trying to make me feel better. He’s telling me the truth and I fucking love him for it.

“I don’t want to do IVF. I don’t think I could handle more than one baby, and the risk is high. Maybe we could find a surrogate?”

He’s already shaking his head. “No. My cum is only for you. Either we’re both biological parents or neither of us are.”

Grinning at his words, I offer an alternative. “We could adopt. There are so many children that need a loving home.”

He finally smiles, the tension in the room fading. “That, my beautiful wife, is an idea I can agree with.”

Pulling me into his arms, the beat of his heart soothes me. “I love you, Gabriel. You always put me first, but I want you to be happy, too. I need you to know I care about your needs as much as you do mine.”

He leans back, gazing into my eyes. “As long as I have you, I’m happy. You’ll always come first because you’re my heart and soul, baby girl. Without you, I’m nothing.”

Kissing me softly, my body comes alive under his touch.

Moaning into his mouth, he whispers against my lips. “Since you care about my needs, why don’t you get on your knees for your loving husband.”

Grinning against his lips, I all but throw myself to the floor. I love doing this for him. Rarely does he have to ask because I love sucking my husband’s cock.

Unbuttoning his pants, I slide them down his thighs, along with his briefs. His long, thick cock springs free and I lick my lips as my pussy weeps for him.

Licking the pre-cum from the tip, he groans as I take him into my mouth.

“You’re such a good fucking girl. Always doing what I ask.” Burying his fingers in my hair, he’s about to give me what I really want.

Moaning around his cock, his fingers tighten, holding my head in place.

He pushes deeper, filling my throat until tears leak from my eyes. “Fuck. Your mouth will be the death of me. You’re so beautiful like this.”

Humming at his praise, he groans, his eyes closing momentarily. Hollowing my cheeks, I increase the suction causing his hips to jerk.

His eyes snap open and they’re dark withdesire as he rips his cock from my mouth. Gripping my arms, he lifts me from the floor, throwing me onto the bed as if I weigh nothing.

“Get those fucking clothes off, now.” Doing as I’m told; my eyes roam his body shamelessly as he undresses.

Gripping my thighs, he spreads them wide, diving into my pussy like a man starved. Whimpering as he devours me, my inner walls clench, begging to be filled.