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I unbutton my jeans quickly, pushing them down just enough to free my aching cock. I give it a few firm strokes, base to tip, before sliding the latex over it and lining up with her pussy. I sink in slow, watching my dick disappear into her tight body. Pleasure scatters through me, intense desire and feral need overtaking me.

“Damn, Hannah, you’re drenching me, baby.”

“You feel so good. Always so, so good.”

“That’s right. My pretty wife looks so good bent over, taking my cock. Fuck, Hannah, do you have any idea what you do to me?”

I look at the wedding band she has on her finger and lean over her, threading my fingers over the top of hers and clasping her hand as I rut into her over and over again, the tight walls of her pussy gripping me, spasming around my dick, making my balls draw up.

Pushing up her shirt, I drop kisses up and down her spine, taking one last long thrust into her pussy and staying deep, grinding my pelvis into her ass, hitting a new place deep inside her.

“Oh, aah! Yes!” Her moans fuel me, moving my hand around to her front, sliding through her pussy lips and finding her swollen little clit. “Oh, yes, please, Liam. Make me come!”

She shatters the moment I pinch her clit between two fingers, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a goddamn torture device. My balls draw up, my impending orgasm coming from out of nowhere, her pussy milking the life out ofmy fucking cock. I pull my hips back and slam back into her repeatedly, the vulgar slap of our wet skin filling the room, Hannah’s body vibrating underneath me.

“That’s it, Hannah. Fuck, I love making my wife feel good.”

“Come for me, Liam, I want to feel you.”

“Yeah, baby. Fuck, yes, Hannah!”

I erupt into her, my hips stuttering as I find my release, filling the condom with my cum, reveling in the feeling of coming inside her. I collapse on top of her back, doing my best to hold my weight up with my forearms so I don’t crush her.

“God, baby, you’re so perfect. I love getting to have this side of you. I love you so goddamn much, Hannah.”

“I love you, my husband.”

CHAPTER 32

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A month later,the sun slowly dips behind the mountains, erasing the last of the daylight as the three of us walk down the dirt road that leads to the house. The evening is cool, Charlie skips ahead of us, and I tug Hannah closer to me by the hand I’m holding. Her shoulder bumps mine forcefully, nearly knocking me off my feet from the unexpectedness of it.

“You’re such a little shit.”

“Yeah, but apparently you love it. Who knew?”

“Not you.”

“Ooo! Ouch, Liam Hayes! Too soon!”

I can’t help but laugh, throwing my arm around her shoulders and pulling her in tight, just as Charlie’s voice fills the air.

“Shh! Did you hear that?”

“Oh, mother above, please no.”

“You hear it right?” I ask Hannah in a whisper as Charlie releases my hand and walks up ahead, following the little cries. “Do strays just flock to her?” I say, slightly shocked that this is the second animal that has found its way to Charlotte.

“It’s a kitty! I know it! Bear, save it! It’s crying! Ms. Katie said kitties should never cry!”

Releasing Hannah’s hand, I join Charlie where she’s peeking into a sewer, looking for the crying animal. Not knowing what to expect, even though I’m fairly certain I know what it is, I ask her to take a step back and let me look just in case.

Bending down on my hands and knees, I peer into the open slit of the sidewalk and my eyes immediately connect with glowing slivers staring back at me, followed by the unmistakable cry of a kitten. Laying down so that my stomach is flat on the ground, I inch closer to the opening and stick my arm in as far as it will go until I reach the fur of the animal, grabbing it behind the neck and lifting, pulling it out of the small crevice it was hiding and into the open.

“Ahh!! It is a kitten! Sewer!”

“Charlie, we’ve been through this, we can’t name things after where we found them or where they were born. I’ll start calling you Kitchen, and I mean it.”

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