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He nodded. She wouldn't have to ask him twice.

She raised her leg, rubbing the inside of her thigh on his hip. He guided her out of the shower and wrapped her in a towel, taking the time to rub every part of her body. She stood there, letting him take his fill of her.

Then, he kissed her forehead, making her half-closed eyelids completely shut.

He dropped the towel and put his hands under her armpits, lifting her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her into the bedroom. His cock pulsed, needing inside of her to put the day to bed. They both needed the release being together would bring.

At the bed, she wiggled to get down. He slid her along the length of his body.

He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked.

His ass clenched, and he thrust into her hand.

She leaned over and flicked her tongue over the slit at the end, catching a musky drop of arousal before rubbing his cock along her cheek.

He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding the strands back. She tilted her head and gazed up at him. His ball sack tightened. Damn, she was a sight.

Straightening, she continued to stroke him. He cupped her head, stretching her to her toes and taking her mouth, fucking her with his tongue.

She slipped her fingers down to his balls, cupping the weight of them in her palm. Blood rushed through his body.

Brooke shifted, and one of her fingers slid over the sensitive spot between nuts and asshole. His knees locked, and he rocked forward, picking her up and putting her on the bed. He followed her down.

Her aroused gaze locked onto him. He pressed his cock against the inside of her thigh.

"I need you." She took his dick in her hand and rubbed the tip on herself.

He buried his face into the crook of her neck and plunged the moment her wetness coated the head of his cock.

Sweet warmth surrounded him, squeezed him, loved him.

He raised his head. There were times he fucking hated not being able to say everything he had to say.

Because if he had his way, he'd tell her exactly what she meant to him until he ran out of words. She had his loyalty because of the way she'd loved his daughter. Tonight, that loyalty was branded on him for not leaving him.

He pulled out and pushed in. Then, he took his cock out and replaced it with two fingers, curving them upward.

She quivered, grabbing his biceps.

His wife. His ol' lady. Fucking forever.

Her chest rose and fell with each pant as she widened her knees. He watched her seek the pleasure he gave her. Her mouth opened, and a moan slipped past her lips.

He crashed his mouth against her lips, taking the next sound as his own. She took his tongue, sucking him in.

His balls throbbed. He removed his fingers and replaced his cock, sliding deep into her.

He pumped into her, giving her every inch of him. Her eyes rolled back with each plunge. His balls spanked her as she arched her back, giving him more room.

Never going to leave her. He thrust. Going to own her.

Her feet hooked the back of his thighs. He slammed into her. She was his.

Her body ignited, coming alive underneath him. Her pussy squeezed him, over and over. He bucked against her, unable to hold back, spilling his seed into her.

Going down on his elbows, he kissed her shoulder, catching his breath. Her legs fell from him, and she trailed her fingers along the length of his arms.

He raised his head. She stroked his face, looking into his eyes. His cock pulsed, still greedy for her attention despite everything.

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