Page 30 of Taming the Bad Boy

I can’t hold back any longer. I reach out, snatch her by the wrist, and pull her onto the bed, spinning so she lands beneath me. She gasps, looking up at me with fire in her eyes.

“You,” I tell her, reaching a hand between her thighs. “Andthis.”

Her mouth opens, and her back arches as I apply pressure, feeling the wet spot already soaking through her panties. She’s just as turned on as I am, but that’s no surprise. Ivy and I go at each other like a couple of college kids in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. And I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

I envelop her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply, passionately, with all the love I have in the world for her. And she kisses me back with equal fire, pressing her warm body against mine, showing me just how badly she wants it.

It’s nearly been twenty-four-hours since we fucked.

That’swaytoo long.

I tear my pants off and let my rock-hard cock press against her pussy, the tiny barrier of lace the only thing stopping me from penetrating her. I grind against her, using my shaft to stimulate her clit, drawing a long, satisfied mewl from her plump lips.

Pressing my tongue into her mouth, I snatch her shirt open so I can get both hands on her breasts. I’m a hungry man, desperate to eat. Ivy gasps as I move my kisses down her neck and take her nipple between my lips. Her fingers clutch my hair as a shiver runs through her.

Christ, she’s so fucking adorable.

I sit up for a moment, taking in the full spectacle of her beauty. My eyes move to the wedding ring branding her finger, showing the world she belongs to me. I lift her hand to my lips and kiss it. “You belong to me, don’t you?”

Her nod is filled with enthusiasm and passion. She loves it when I ask her rhetorical questions like that.

“You want me inside you?” I tease, tugging her panties aside and pressing the crown of my cock gently into her dripping valley. I feel her hole open, ready to accept me.

“Yes,” she moans, her hips gyrating on their own.

I thrust hard and give it to her deep, her warm, willing cunt taking all I have to give. Her stomach goes tight, and she groans, throwing her arms around my shoulders as I bottom out inside her.

“That’s it,” I coax her. “Take Daddy’s hard dick.”

“Christ, it’s so good,” she moans back, bucking back against me as I piston inside her. Her pussy is dripping wet and takes me easily. Over the years, she’s been fucked to my perfect fit. She rises up, welcoming my thrusts, taking them like the good woman she is.

I scour her body with my rough hands, gripping her breasts, her hips, rolling her onto her side so I can get a nice full handful of her ass. After giving birth to Nate, she started going to the gym and doing squats, and goddamn if she didn’t pack on some sexy inches back there.

“I live for you, my wife,” I whisper, rutting deeply and powerfully in her tender hole. “No one loves anyone like I love you.”

“Or likeIloveyou,” she replies, her voice breathy like she’s on the verge of climax.

I snatch a handful of her hair and pull her lips to mine as my cock pulses, threatening to explode. I fuck her hard and heavy until my heart is pounding and we’re both sweating. A greasy, sweaty mess, just like we both love it.

“We’re meant for each other,” I tell her, smearing a black streak on her cheek with my thumb. “A perfect match.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers, her walls clamping down tighter. “I’m yours. Take me. I love it.”

“Yeah, you do,” I groan, my balls going tight. I feel her juices on my thighs, the bed beneath, and I’m absolutely going to come inside her. We’re going to need a towel to soak up all the mess that’s left over. “Christ, it’s so sweet. I’m gonna go off, baby.”

“Do it, Daddy,” she squeals, bucking hard against me. “I’ll come with you.”

My body stiffens as I’m wracked with ecstasy, and Ivy melts into me as I wrap her in my arms and collapse on top of her, the perky flesh of her plump breasts pressing warmth against my chest.

“God–damn,” I stammer, my jaw clenched tight as I drain my balls into her perfect cunt, spearing my spend deep, so deep I can feel her cervix against my crown. We come in perfect unison and rhythm, her contractions matching the throbbing of my cock as we both go off.

It’s glorious.

“I love you, Ivy,” I breathe as I sink down, slowly regaining a sense of gravity in my skull.

Ivy’s fingernails drag lazily across my back, tracing the lines of my muscles. “I love you too, Slate.”

A final quake spurs through my body, and I grunt as my full release concludes.

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