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“That might be a problem,” I challenged, my voice breathy as I struggled to hold back the growing need.

“Get on the bed, and I’ll show you. On all fours, ass in the air,” he commanded, his voice a mix of control and hunger.

I loved this forceful side of Slade. Without hesitation, I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself exactly as he wanted, teasing him with a playful wag of my hips until I felt him move behind me. With a swift motion, he wrenched my panties aside and slipped his cock between my folds, teasing me, pushing just enough to drive me wild before fully thrusting inside.

“God, I love this,” he groaned. “You’re so tight.”

His fingers dug into my hips, and he set a relentless rhythm, his thrusts hard and fast, sending me spiraling toward the edge. My body clenched around him, desperate for release.

“Don’t come, Morgan,” he ordered, his voice strained.

“Are you fucking mad?” I gasped, clinging to the bedspread. “I can’t hold back forever.”

“You ask me to hold it.” He slowed, his thrusts becoming shallow as he grinned against my skin.

“You’re the one driving,” I countered, panting. “Slow down if you want me to hold it. I don’t have that luxury with you pounding my G-spot.”

He came to a sudden halt, and just as I opened my mouth to protest, he delivered a firm slap to my ass. A sharp gasp escaped me, the unexpected sting sending a wave of pleasure rushing through me.

“Do it again,” I breathed, my voice shaky.

Slade didn’t hesitate. His hand came down again, harder this time, and the mix of pain and pleasure left me teetering on the edge. One more slap and I was gone, tumbling over as he started thrusting again, harder, deeper. My climax ripped through me, and I cried out his name as he emptied himself inside me, his own release following close behind.

“Now I know another one of your secrets,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

I blinked, still coming down from the high. “What secrets?”

“You like your ass spanked.” He gave me a teasing grin. “I might have to make that a regular part of our routine.”

I let out a soft laugh, relieved he wasn’t prying deeper into my soul. “It was... nice.”

“Nice?” He raised an eyebrow, still moving inside me, his hardness refusing to relent.

“Okay, more than nice.” I bit my lip. “It excited me.”

He smirked, delivering one last gentle slap before pulling out, leaving me to collapse onto the bed, spent.

“I’ll be right back.” He disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the silence as I lay there, half-asleep, floating in the afterglow.

When he returned, he found me still sprawled across the bed. “You should clean up,” he said, though his voice lacked any real urgency.

“Does it bother you that I’m lying here full of your cum?” I asked, a lazy smile playing on my lips.

“Not one bit.” He laughed softly, slipping into the boxers he had discarded earlier. “I just thought you’d be more comfortable.”

“I’m too tired,” I mumbled, my eyes half-closed.

“Do you want help?” he offered, though he seemed content as he grabbed the remote and flicked the TV on, resuming his ballgame.

“I’ll get up in a minute,” I muttered, though the comfort of the bed was too much to resist.

Slade settled in beside me, the hum of the TV filling the room. As I drifted off, I couldn’t help but think how much we were already living like a married couple, tied together in every way but one.

CHAPTER 24

"Inow pronounce you husband and wife."

Slade turned to me, dressed in his sleek black tux, his lavender bowtie adding just the right amount of flair. He smiled—a devilish, hungry smile—and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on my mouth. That kiss, the first in over a week, felt like a promise. One I was dying to have fulfilled. We had agreed—well, he had insisted—that there would be no touching before the wedding. No stolen kisses, no late-night cuddles. He even slept in the guest room while I stayed at Erika’s last night. But now, here we were, married, and my body ached for more than the fleeting contact of our lips.

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