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“On. I want to devour my wife in her wedding dress.” My hands work under the hem up her smooth legs until I reach the skiff of her panties. When they fall to the floor, she steps out of them to kneel over my hips.

She makes a small squeak when I lift her by her waist, settling her thighs against my ears. She hovers her sweet pussy just above my lips.

“Sit,” I growl, cinching her pelvis down.

“But your nose…” Her words fade when my mouth finds her taut clit.

Pausing, I pull my chin far enough to speak. “I’m fine.”

I can’t breathe through my nostrils, but if this is how I die, I die happy.

The only negative is I can’t see her beautiful face, just the underside of satin.

She’s tender at first, but as her sultry moans grow in tempo, she grinds herself harder against my hungry mouth.

Flicking my tongue over her soaking seam, I can feel her fingers searching for my head.

My favorite part is that I know what will tip her quickly over the edge. That’s what I never appreciated about a relationship.

Knowing what she loves, and hates.

No guessing. Just sheer enjoyment making her come over and over.

My nuts ache in my jeans as she screams out my name while writhing over my swollen face.

She collapses forward, bracing herself against the wall as the shudders of her climax wrack through her.

“That’s my good wife. Now do it again, but let me come with you.” I shimmy my jeans over my ass, letting my rock solid cock spring free.

“Only if you promise not to pull out.” Her flushed smiling cheeks appear as she shifts her body down mine.

“I’m never doing that again. The last of the condoms went in the garbage this morning.” I’ve been hard all day waiting for this moment.

“Why, Mr. Pierce, are you trying to get me pregnant?” She bites her bottom lip as she lowers her wet slit over my engorged tip.

I roll my hips, pressing on her pelvis to seat myself as deep inside her as I can. “Practice makes perfect, baby.”

Fuck, she’s so tight it almost hurts.

“Blue—” Her panting little whine makes my nuts tingle. When she leans forward it ups the friction, driving my sensitive head against her snug walls.

Knowing I can let loose and spill against her womb makes it so damn difficult to hold on. Moving my thumb between us, I want to make her join me.

I need her to.

She’s everything I never knew existed.

The rebellious hurricane that crushed my resistance, destroyed my fears of finding love.

I could never harness her, break her.

But I’m lucky enough she let me into the eye of her storm.

The tender, passionate, and determined heart that pulled me in, stripped my doubts, and showed me just how amazing life with her could be.

As her rhythm begins to grow heated, my fingers wrap her throat, pulling her to me.

Crushing her lips to mine, we both unleash chaotic cries as the first shattering waves pour over us. Uncontrollable contractions ripple through me, almost painful as I spurt unhindered into her clenching womb.

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