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“Marshall.” She begs.

Thrusting in harder now, I move my hips, slamming into her ass with each push. Our skin slaps together in a rhythmic sound that matches her cries of pleasure.

“Take my cum like the queen you are. I’m going to have you walking around with my cum dripping down your thighs.” I manage to grunt out. “This cunt is mine.”

Then I feel it the moment she crashes over her edge of bliss. Her walls clench tightly around me and don’t let me go. I can barely move, but I continue to press in and out of her. On the final wave of her orgasm, she clenches so hard that she nearly pushes me out of her pussy completely, and the sensation sends me over the edge.

It feels like my orgasm lasts forever as I shoot out jets of cum into her cunt. Waves of pleasure crash through my body with such electricity that it feels like my body is fried, every last bit of energy leaving me in a final moment of release.

I stand there for a minute, just my tip buried inside of her, as her cunt flutters around me. When I finally withdraw completely, the sight of her pussy, dripping with my cum, almost has me hard once again.

Gathering up as much of my cum as I can, I swipe my left hand through her folds and push it back into her where it belongs.

“I will never get tired of seeing you dripping with my cum.” I pant out, pressing my fingers in deeper. “And the idea of you walking back into that room with my mark on you? It nearly has me hard already.”

She lets out a breathless laugh, then moans when I press against her most sensitive spot.

“Stand up,” I instruct her, keeping my fingers right where they belong as she gets up and puts her hands onto the top rail of the back of the chair.

While I stroke softly at the spot deep within her, I lean into her ear to murmur. “Next year, our daughter will be with the babysitter, and I’m going to drag you back into this coat room, and we’re going to make this an annual tradition.”

I nip at her ear on the last word and press into her walls hard, sending another shiver of pleasure coursing through her body.

“Marshall.” She moans as I withdraw my hand from her pussy.

When I prompt her to turn around to face me, she looks up at me with eyes full of pure energy and lust.

She sways a little, and I catch her with my clean right hand.

“Open,” I say, and she drops her jaw for me to slide my cum soaked fingers in her mouth. “Suck.”

She pulls on my fingers, sucking hard and circling my fingers with her tongue.

“Every drop of my cum is yours, my queen. All of it.” I say, satisfaction blooming in my chest at the vision forming in my mind. “Every August, I’m going to fuck you in this coat room. Then, for the next nine months, I will worship your body as you grow our next child. All so we can have another beautiful baby with your crystal blue eyes and that smile I love so much.”

Her eyes widen, and I can see fear building in her expression. She starts to speak around my fingers, but I drive them deeper down her throat, and her eyes flutter closed, her mouth automatically going to suck on my fingers again until they’re clean.

When I free my hand, she finally opens her eyes, pure satisfaction and contentment radiating from her every pore.

Cupping her face with my clean hand and pulling her into my body with the other around her waist, I promise her. “I know I scare you when I say stuff like that.” I bring her face into my chest as my fingers snake into her hair, the baby bump the only thing keeping us apart, and I feel her tighten against my body. “But I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

She looks up at me from where she’s cradled against my chest.

“Marshall. You can’t say stuff like that.” She protests, shaking her head and trying to push away from me. “You can’t mean it.”

Her movement only makes me tighten my arms around her.

“I can, and I will.” I assert.

She takes a deep breath as though ready to fight me, but I cut her off with a kiss to her hair, and she softens under me.

“Okay.” She says softly.

“Okay?” I ask.

“You can keep telling me, but that doesn’t mean I’ll believe you.”

“Then I’ll keep telling you until you believe me. Got that?” I say with another kiss to her hair.

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