Page 50 of The Sweet Spot

Those emerald-green eyes close, and her mouth opens on a silent sob. “You’ve got to give me a second, Deacon...” She inhales a shaky, stuttered breath as her body relaxes, stretching to accommodate me. “It’s too much.”

I wrap an arm around her waist and jackknife up, holding her even closer. Breathing her in each time she breathes out. Wide eyes hold mine as I slowly fuck her.

“You’re fucking perfect, wife.” My tongue traces her bottom lip before I tug it between my teeth. “My fucking wife.”

Her shoulders shake, and she wraps her arms around my neck, clinging to me as the electricity humming around us threatens to destroy us both.

“None of this makes sense, Deacon.” She traces her lips around my ear, then bites down. “But I am yours. For as long as we do this, I’m yours. Only yours.”

An overwhelming, possessive need roars through me, and the final string snaps.

My composure is completely eviscerated.

“I can’t be gentle, Brynn,” I tell her, knowing this woman already owns me.

“Then don’t be and don’t stop,” she whispers against my lips.

“Fuck, red...” I drive up into her over and over, swallowing her moans and holding her impossibly close. We move together against each other. Finding a punishing rhythm.

Pushing us higher and higher until she’s a trembling, sobbing, beautiful mess.

Begging and pleading.

Moaning into my mouth.

Nothing has ever sounded better. Tasted better. Nothing.

“Gonna need you to come for me, baby,” I growl against her mouth and circle her clit with my fingers just before a beautiful sound rips from her throat.

“Deacon. Oh my God. Yes... please. God,” she cries out as shudders rack her beautiful body.

I slow my thrusts, fucking her through her endless orgasm, dragging it out until I’m kissing away her tears as she lies limp, draped in my arms.

But I’m not done.

Not yet. Not ever.

I pull out, and her eyes glaze over as her cum drips down my dick.

“Give me one more, baby,” I tell her before pushing back into her drenched, swollen pussy.

“Jesus, Deacon...” she whimpers as her eyes try to focus.

If someone had told me ten years ago that this would be the woman who would destroy me, I wouldn’t have believed them.

Now I wonder how I fucking missed it all those years ago.

I thrust into her slowly. Achingly slow.

Fucking my wife until she’s left without any doubt of just how real she and I are.

Until it’s just us.

Until Brynlee is right here with me.

Moaning with every snap of my hips.

I want my wife to feel me between her legs for fucking days.

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