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Aisling is along for the ride as her head falls back and her tits bounce with every thrust. It’s a view I’ll never get tired of seeing. Her walls pulse around me as her hands roam her body, her fingers gently trailing over the soft flesh. She cupped the breast that leaked, giving it a hard squeeze, her pussy fluttering around me.

She’s getting close.

I grunt through it, trying not to blow before she finishes.

My thrusts grow wild as she leans down, bringing the cupped breast to my mouth.

“Suck,” she demands.

I don’t need to be told twice.

I take the hard bud into my mouth, nipping it as I suck on it hard. Milk squirts into my mouth.

“Good boy,” she purrs, praising me.

Aisling’s moans grow louder and louder with each squirt of milk I drink down.

I’ve lost all control as I pound into her pussy, drinking gulp after gulp of milk. Aisling’s head flies back as her pussy ripples around me, coming hard. I fuck her through her orgasm before slamming home one last time and spilling jet after jet of come into her still-pulsing cunt. The mixture of us spills out and trickles down my cock, too much for her pussy to hold.

I release her nipple with a pop before she collapses on top of me.

“Holy shit.” I’m out of breath, and so is she.

Our bodies are damp with sweat. Light tremors rack through her body as she’s still coming down from her orgasm high.

I wrap her up tightly in my arms before rolling us so we’re on our sides facing each other. I grab the blanket that’s rumpled at the bottom of the bed and drag it over us before tucking her in around me.

She snuggles into me, making me feel whole again. And that’s a feeling I haven’t felt since the last time I was in her bed.

“You good?” I ask, my voice low and satisfied.

“Yeah.” She sighs contentedly. “That was…”

“A long time coming,” I finish for her.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “We should probably get back out there.”

“In a minute. I’m not ready to leave my bed yet now that I finally have you in it.”

Aisling slides her leg in between mine before wrapping it around my calf. “And to think you could have had me in it years ago.” I feel her smile against my chest.

“Is the queen of petty passive-aggressive comments finally moving past it?” I ask as I twirl a lock of her hair around my finger.

“Maybe a little.”

“Does that mean you finally forgive me?”

“I’m working on it.”

I’ll take it.

It wasn’t a flat-out no, and I knew it wasn’t going to be an instant overnight thing.

“Do you and Cormac want to stay the night?” I ask, trying my luck.

I’m not ready for this to end. I finally have my woman and my kid together with my family.

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” Aisling hesitates. “But there isn’t really a place for us here.”