Page 35 of Taken By the Bounty Hunter

I tug the knot of her robe loose, then hook her leg around me. The tip of me brushes against her wet heat.

“Fuck…Georgie.”

Every inch of me is rigid. It is all I can do to keep from exploding at the feel of her sweetness taking me in, inch by slow inch.

Her strong thighs squeeze my middle as I stretch her slowly.

I watch Georgie’s face tense and soften, her eyes trained on mine. She runs one hand over my chest, and it’s almost too much. I grab that hand and link my fingers through hers, bracing it out of the way, next to the pillow.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, baby. I’m just too crazy for you. And I want it to be good for you.” Hell, even these buttery sheets are turning me on.

Desire pushes me in deeper, and she feels so good. So fucking tight, warm, and wet for me.

I groan into her shoulder, inhaling the apple scent of her hair.

“It’s good, Jefferson,” she half-whispers. “It doesn’t hurt.”

I did right by her, preparing her for me.

My hand drags down to her perfect, round ass, squeezing the flesh there.

“I’m sorry I don’t have enough meat on my bones,” she apologizes.

I crush my mouth to hers. “I love you just the way you are, Georgie. Whether you’re twenty pounds underweight or have fifty pounds extra. As long as you’re with me and let me love you.”

Her eyes shining, she says, “Always.”

Emotion clogging my throat, I slowly begin to move inside her.

Georgie’s fingernails rake over my back as I push in and pull out.

My cock grows and twitches inside her as she clamps down.

I rake my teeth over one pretty nipple, sucking it into my mouth. Pulling. Teasing. Making her shiver under me.

I switch to the opposite nipple as I reach down between us and thumb her clit.

Her breath comes in quick rasps as her first orgasm rolls over her. She pulses around my dick, and I nearly erupt.

“You take me so good, sweetheart. That pussy takes me so good.”

“Oh my god, Jefferson!” Her eyes squeeze shut as she clamps down, her body rigid.

When she softens again, Georgie begins to move with me, rocking her hips upward.

The last of her fluttering release is the final straw, and I snap, exploding inside her.

I roar as my release barrels through me like a freight train. I can’t see, I can’t think. I can only feel the sweetness of my wife as I burrow in. I bury my face in her hair and breathe as if she’s the only sustenance I need.

And she might just be.

“Baby…what are you doing?” Georgie asks a moment later as I ease my way downward, feasting on her soft belly.

“Cleaning you up.”

She cries out in surprise when my mouth meets the front of her pussy. And then she melts when I introduce her sticky folds to my tongue.

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