D reaches up and cups my breasts in his calloused hands, squeezing them with a fierce hunger and pinching my hardened nipples.
“Oh fuck, fuck!” I gasp. “I’m fucking coming.”
Suddenly, D’s hand covers my mouth, muffling my screams as I orgasm hard, my juices dripping down his hips.
But D isn’t satisfied yet; he flips me onto all fours, my ass in the air and vulnerable to his every whim. I can feel the heat radiating off of him as he positions himself behind me.
Without warning, he thrusts into me hard, hitting all the right spots inside of me. My body jolts forward at the sudden, forceful entrance, but it only adds to the pleasure coursing through me.
“You like that?” D growls in my ear as he pounds into me relentlessly.
“Yes,” I manage, my breath coming in gasps, my voice shaky with desire. “Fuck, yes.”
I can barely form a coherent thought as the pleasure overwhelms me. All I can do is moan in response, urging him on. His hands grip my hips tightly, controlling my movements as he continues to ravage me mercilessly.
With each thrust, I feel myself getting closer and closer to another intense orgasm. The thrill of not making loud noises only adds to the fucking inferno raging between us, making us more daring, more primal, more fucking desperate for each other.
My fingers claw at the sheets as he fucks me mercilessly, harder and harder, faster and faster.
“You’re mine,krasotka,” he growls, his voice hoarse with lust. “Come for me. Now.”
So I do.
With a guttural groan, he slams into me one final time, his body tensing, his cock throbbing deep inside me as he spills himself into me, his hot cum filling me up.
90
Wren
He kisses my forehead like I’m the most fucking precious thing in his life.
“Krasotka,” he whispers beside my ear, “I’ll be right back.”
My mind is still reeling from the orgasms from earlier. “Mm-hmm,” I murmur.
I watch him slip out of bed, his movements slow and careful, like he’s handling a goddamn bomb. The sheets are still warm, his body heat clinging to them like a damn reminder of the night we just had.
I pull the sheets around me, closing my eyes, breathing in his scent.Fuck, I’m starting to think this domesticated shit ain’t so bad.
I hear him move across the room, his bare feet making barely a whisper against the floorboards. I know exactly where he’s headed—straight to Alex’s room. Of course. That man might actlike the toughest son of a bitch out there, but when it comes to our kid, he’s a damn puddle.
I try to close my eyes, let sleep take me, but my mind won’t shut up.
I can’t help it.
There’s this stupid ache in my chest, a twinge of jealousy I can’t shake.
Yeah, I’m jealous of my own kid. How messed up is that?
It’s just… lately, Alex has been calling for “Papa” more than “Momma.” Every time he sees D, it’s all “Papa, this” and “Papa, that,” and I swear, the kid’s obsessed.
And,okay, I get it. D’s hishero. Butstill, there’s a part of me that wants to pout like a damn kid myself.
I let out a long sigh, shaking my head.
Ugh, get a grip, Wren. You’re jealous of a two-and-a-half-year-old over his dad?
The door creaks open, and I hear him slip back in, his footsteps soft as he comes closer. I peek an eye open and see that smile—the one that’s all for me. He’s got that fucking goofy grin on his face, the kind that makes my heart do some kinda stupid, involuntary dance. I know I should roll my eyes or something, but I can’t. He’s got me wrapped around his finger, and I’m too far gone to care.
