Page 108 of His Wild Attraction

“Good Girl,” I grunted, pushing in two inches, then pausing.

Fuck.

Her tight channel squeezed me.

“Your home is with me. I’ll always take care of you. You believe me, Angel? Tell me.”

I pressed in some more. Ellie gasped and her pussy squeezed me even tighter as I flexed my hips, out then in, sliding deeper with each stroke.

“My home is with you,” she said and moaned, arching her back.

“Always with me. Only me,” I grunted and slammed my hips against hers.

“Only you. You’ll always take care of me,” she said, clawing at my hips.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me. Say you belong to me.”

“I will never leave you, Andres, because I belong to you and because you love me,” she replied, tears rolling down her face.

Ellie pulled me down to her, but she didn’t kiss me like I expected. She looked into my eyes first, her mouth open as I stroked inside her so fucking deep, and I knew she was close to coming.

“You love me, Andres.”

“I love you, Ellie,” I said, worshipping her with words, with my stare, with my body.

I withdrew, then stroked slowly back in, changing the tempo, raising the heat. I was so ready to explode, but the tenderness I felt had me reeling. I bent to kiss her, but she pulled back and I frowned.

“Ellie—”

“You love me,” she whispered, touching my face and wrapping her legs around my waist. “And I love you. So much. Ever since I met you.”

My mind went blank, and thunder roared inside my veins.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Andres,” she repeated.

I froze for a moment, maybe two.

Then I moved.

Joy filled my veins, passion fueled my fire, and I slammed my hips, pounding into my wife’s sweet pussy.

Our moans reverberated inside the bedroom, and I was grateful I’d spent the extra money getting it soundproofed.

My Lupina was a noisy little thing.

She was so fucking perfect.

I rutted into her, pistoning my hips, knowing her pussy could take all the fervor and pent up passion I’d been building up for her.

Christ.

Fuck.

I’d been sitting on my feelings for more than half a year.

I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be.

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