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She hisses out a breath, but before I can check that she’s okay, she tilts her head and meets my gaze again. “More.”

That’s all it takes for my control to snap and my mind to go hazy. I drive into her, over and over. Her pussy is clenched so tight around me that I know it won’t take long before I’m emptying myself inside her. The sound of our skin slapping only amplifies the need coursing through me. It’s raw and real and dirty. It only makes me thrust harder.

There’s no way I’m coming without taking her with me. I curl over her and quickly undo one end of the tie linking her wrists. “Use the toy. I’m not going to fill you up until your hot little cunt is gushing all over my cock.”

Immediately, she releases her death grip on the comforter. With a shaky hand, she gropes for the wand. As soon as shefinds it, she turns it on and slips it between her legs. Her initial gasp morphs into a moan as she presses the buzzing end to her clit. I’m rewarded too, when her delicate internal muscles immediately spasm around me. A faint echo of the toy’s vibrations ripple around my shaft, and it’s almost enough to send me over the edge before I’m ready. But I want to make sure this night is imprinted in her memory the way it will be in mine. So I release my grip on her hip and part the cheeks of her ass.

For a moment, I get distracted by the way her pussy is stretched so tight around me. “Fuck, butterfly. Just look at you.”

But electricity is sparking at the base of my spine with such intensity that if I waste any more time admiring the perfect way she’s taking me, I’ll regret it. I’m balancing on the precipice, and based on her increasingly loud gasps and whimpers, she’s there too. I tip my head and spit, then swirl my thumb over her tight little hole. My saliva lubricates it enough that I can work the tip inside her.

“Oh my god, Tate,” Violet cries, clamping down around me.

“Look at you taking me in both holes,” I growl. “Just a little more, beautiful, and we can both come.”

“Give me more,” she begs. “I want you to fill me everywhere.”

Fuck, this woman. She’s perfect in every way. I ease my thumb out, then push deeper until I’m in to my knuckle, my fingers pressing into the roundness of her ass.

Violet shudders. “I’m going to come, Tate. I can’t… I can’t…” Her voice breaks as the sensations from the wand on her clit, my cock in her pussy, and my thumb in her ass send her free-falling.

That’s all it takes. “Fuck, butterfly. You’re going to make me come so”—I thrust deep—“fucking”—I reach forward, wrap my free hand around her neck and tilt her head back so I can see her face when her orgasm hits—“hard.”

Her lips part on a cry, and wet heat floods over my cock as her cunt clenches around me and her ass strangles my thumb.

The pressure at the base of my spine detonates, a blaze of heat and electricity arcing up my shaft until it explodes out of me. I come so hard that a shout is ripped from my chest and my abdominal muscles spasm. I swear I almost black out as spurt after spurt jets out of me, filling her so full of my cum that it starts leaking out around my dick with every thrust.

She’s dropped the toy and is gripping the covers again as she rocks back against me, riding out her orgasm and extending mine.

Finally, the almost agonizing pleasure eases, and I can take a full breath again. When my vision comes back into focus, I pull out of her, then flip her over so I can kiss her. “Fucking mine,” I mumble against her lips. “You’re fucking mine, Violet.”

She kisses me back, just as desperately, and when I’ve finally gorged myself on the taste of her, I kiss my way down her body, then grip her thighs and press them wide open.

Violet’s perfect pussy is pink and swollen from her orgasms and my exertions. My cum is still leaking out of her. The cum I filled her with. The cum that if she weren’t on birth control could get her pregnant. The thought of Violet with her belly filled with my baby makes my dick twitch, even though I’ve just come harder than I ever have before.

I slide my fingers along her sex, gathering it up and pushing it back inside her.

She threads her fingers through my hair, the end of the tie still trailing from her wrist. When I look up, the understanding brimming in her eyes makes my chest squeeze tight. I’ve spent my life avoiding this kind of vulnerability. I put on a mask and showed the world only what I wanted them to see. I hide behind the façade of a man who’s unaffected, unfazed. But Violet sees the real man through the pretense, and as fucking scary as it is, I love that I don’t have to hide anything from her.

With a final, soft kiss to her clit, I lever myself up over her and cage her in with my arms. She cradles my face, her hands warm against my skin, and pulls me down to her lips. We don’t say anything. No words can do justice to what I’m feeling. To what I hope we’re both feeling.

Once this arrangement has run its course, I’m going to propose to my fiancée. And after I’ve married her, when we’re both ready, I’m going to put a baby in her. Until those things happen though, I’m going to enjoy having her here. By my side and in my bed.

CHAPTER FORTY

VIOLET

Isit on a stool in the back of the shop, stretching my legs out and rotating my ankles. Marie, the new waitress, smiles at me as she bustles past. “Busy today, huh?”

“It is.” I grin. “It’s a great problem to have.”

True Brew has been bustling all morning. I couldn’t be more delighted that the hard work we’ve been putting in is finally paying off. Well, hard work and the money from Tate.

Tate.

When he looked up at me from between my thighs last night, his eyes were so full of emotion, it made my breath catch. He was thinking about being a father. I don’t know how I knew that, but I did. And maybe he was thinking about his own father, the one who never claimed him. Or the one who did claim him but didn’t want him. Either way, it broke my heart a little.

But it also gave me hope. Surely he wouldn’t show that kind of vulnerability to someone he didn’t care deeply for.

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