Page 37 of His Lovebug

He chuckled and brushed delicate fingers across my jaw and down over my chin. “How are we going to do this with no lube?” He shook his head when I raised my eyebrows.

“Lean over to the glove box and get some,” I teased.

His mouth parted as he did as I’d instructed, dragging out a small bottle of lube that I kept in there foremergencies.“You are incorrigible.”

“Say that word again, Princess. You know I like it when you get all smart on me.” I dragged him down and slammed my mouth against his, shoving my tongue between his delicious lips, devouring him in every way I could in this position. I mapped his body with my hands, palming his juicy ass while squeezing and spreading his rounded cheeks before releasing them again.

Rutting up against him, I moaned. “You’re so fucking sexy, Wife. What are you doing to me? I’ll shove myself in that tight hole of yours and breed you until your body has no choice but to make a womb so I can put a baby in there.”

He shuddered, a little breath escaping him. Hands flat on my chest, he rolled his hips against mine and whimpered. “Daddy.”

“Yeah, you like that?” I grazed my lips across his soft jaw to his ear and nipped the lobe. “Want me to bury myself in that tight pussy and fill you with cum until you’re overflowing? I’llempty so much fucking cream into your hole, your stomach will bulge.”

“God yes.” He curled his arms around my neck, holding on tight. “Please, fuck me, Daddy. Fill me. Get me pregnant. Want you so bad, Husband. Want to carry your babies, over and over again. As soon as I give birth to one, put another one in me, then another.”

The words were ridiculous—I knew it—but they fueled the already raging desire that consumed me. My cock throbbed and my gut burned with the need to fuck deep into him and stay there, live inside him until we became one in every possible way. He was mine, and I was his.

I wrapped his hair around my fist and tugged him down so I could devour his lips again. He keened into my mouth with desperation, and I tightened my hold on his asscheek. With only thin lace between me and his skin, his warmth scalded me.Fuck. I could never let him go.

“Don’t ever leave me, Princess. I can’t fucking live without you. Need you, need everything you give me. ’M gonna make you my wife and be the best fucking husband you could ask for.” I nipped his bottom lip and growled. “I’d fucking kill everyone who looked at you the wrong way.”

He moaned and threw back his head, giving me access to his neck. I buried my face in the groove of his shoulder and bit down on his vulnerable flesh, teeth marking him as mine. His hips rocked harder against me, and I cursed before sucking a bruise on him to remind him of who he belonged to.

“Want you in me,” he whimpered, his grip around my neck tightening. “Please, fuck me, Daddy. Fill me with your babies. Remind me who I’m marrying.”

I cursed and grasped his panties, yanking as hard as I could. The fragile material ripped as easily as paper, and he gasped.

“You ruined my underwear!” With his mouth open in horror, he slapped my shoulder. “Matt!”

“You can buy more. You’re going to need to anyway, since the rest of them went up in flames.” I grinned impishly at him and patted his thigh. “Come on, Baby Girl. Get me nice and slick for you.”

He huffed and glared, mouth twisted in displeasure, but he didn’t argue. He shuffled farther back, closer to my knees, so he could unbutton and unzip my pants. Once he had them undone, he slipped his hand into my briefs and dragged out my throbbing cock. He licked his lips, his mood changing quickly the moment he focused on me.

A whine shredded his throat, and he eyed me from beneath his long dark lashes. “Husband, can I please have it? I want it so bad. Please, put it inside me.”

“Come here.” I hauled him in so we were chest to chest and slanted my lips over his. We kissed and kissed until I was going to die, but it was a good distraction while Quin grabbed the lube again and used it to slick me up. “Give it to me.”

Once he’d passed the bottle over, I squeezed the lube onto my fingers and reached around him. With two digits, I entered him. There wasn’t anything gentle about the way I finger fucked him. The desire was too great for both of us, and Quin could handle the mixture of pain and pleasure. It was as though he was made for me. His hole knew who it—and he—belonged to. I had Quin, and he was everything I craved and more.

He threw his head back, and my gaze zeroed in on the new mark I’d left on his neck beside an older one. He rolled his hips against my fingers, mumbling nonsense that I couldn’t understand. Until finally I heard “Please, Husband. Please.”

I growled and yanked my fingers out before I grabbed my cock and lined it up with his hole. “You ready, Baby Girl? Want my thick cock in your pretty pussy?”

He trembled and managed to open his eyes to stare down at me. “Always, Daddy. Always ready for you. Split me in half, fill me until your cum leaks down my thighs, and please,please, put a baby in me.” Everything he said was done so quickly that it almost melded into one long sentence, and only after the words were all out did he take a deep breath. “I want you bad.”

How could I resist him pleading so beautifully? I cupped his cheek and kissed him deeply as I guided myself inside his tight hole. He sucked me into his warmth, and I was nothing more than a man so in love that I’d do anything for the one above me. There was no logic for how easily I would destroy the world for Quin, how I would kill any person who disrespected him, and how I would give up everything to be with him.

The sound of sirens reached my ears, and in the distance, flashing red and blue pierced the smoky haze.

He screwed his eyes shut and panted gently as he welcomed me in until I was balls deep. I buried my head against his neck again and trailed a line of kisses up over his Adam’s apple.

“Come on, Baby Girl. Your turn. Show your husband how thankful you are for his cock.”

He whimpered and pressed his full weight down onto my shaft as he sat back. His head bumped the roof, but it didn’t matter because he rocked his hips, wriggling me deeper into his hole. “Sit back and relax.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I rested my hands behind my head once more, watching him hungrily as he shifted to get into a better position. He laid his hands on my chest, using them to stabilize himself as he lifted off me until my cockhead was the only part of me inside before dropping back down, slamming my hard-on fully in his hole.

We both groaned, but the sound that came out of me was so much more feral that I couldn’t quite call it fully human. My fingers ached to touch him, but I kept my hands behind my head.It was his turn to take control, no matter how much I enjoyed being in charge. He deserved this.

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