Page 129 of Stables

Sliding me down his body, he lays me across his knees face down. He glides his calloused palm down my bare thigh. “Now, when is the wedding?”

I bite back my grin, not sure which game to play. “Um, after the baby?”

The smack on my butt makes me jerk, and floods me with heat. “Second baby?” I know what we’re doing now.

A matching welt appears on my other hip as his cock swells against my side.

“Char—” His voice is hoarse. “—I want to marry you today. To show to the world that you’re mine.”

God, I love him so much.

“Third baby then, for sure.” Squeezing my eyes shut, it’s a struggle to hold in the moan when he hits the same mark again.

His fingers thread through the crotch of my shorts, snugging them against my soaking pussy.

“So wet already. I’ve heard that being pregnant can make women hornier. Do I need to start making you come twice a day?” His knuckle finds my swollen clit. The contact makes me spasm more than his spankings.

“Yes,” I pant. “Daddy.” I breathe out the word, wondering if it will have the same effect as it did this morning.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

The world becomes a blur as he lifts me rapidly, flipping me to face away from him, and pulling my shorts down enough so he can impale me on his rigid cock.

Every time he enters me, it’s like the first time. Stretching me so wide, it almost hurts.

One broad hand circles my throat, tilting my head so his teeth can nip beneath my ear.

His other pats my spread pussy, tapping on my clit with a rapid rhythm.

“Tell me when, Char.”

I forgot the question.

Every sense is overwhelmed withhim.

“Today,” I whine, gyrating my hips to get the friction I so desperately want.

“That’s my girl.” His finger presses where I need it most, pushing me rapidly towards the edge.

His hot breath feathers over my chest.

I can almost smell smoke.

Wait.

Ican. The acrid burn jerks my focus.

Dixon doesn’t seem to notice, still stroking me at a growing pace.

“Dix, stop. I think there’s a fire.” My nails dig behind his neck, hoping to distract him.

I should know better.

His nip on my shoulder usually would be enough to crash me with him.

He feels so good, I’m tempted to ride the wave.

No, I canseethe dark billows growing closer at an alarming rate.

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