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I inhale through my nose.He’s right.He’s not squeezing my throat.He’s just giving me the sensation that hecould.He’s showing me that he’s in control.

His lips come to my ear.“Lower your arms.Trust me to make you feel good.”

I drop my hands to my thighs and push lower, grinding my needy pussy against his fingers.

Tiago reaches back farther, shoves three fingers into my channel, and presses his palm against my clit.

I scream as another orgasm consumes me.I can’t escape his hold.I’m pinned so thoroughly that all I can do is accept his demands on my body and let the waves of pleasure wash through me again.

The world is spinning when he releases me, grabs my hips, and turns me around before lowering me onto the bed.He drags me to the center, climbs between my legs like a feral cat after its prey, and presses his entire body against me.

His cock is lodged at my entrance.He brings his lips to mine and kisses me with all the passion I saw in his eyes before mine rolled into my skull.He threads our fingers together, holds mine above my head, and gives me an inch of his cock.

I writhe and moan into his mouth before wrenching free.“Fuck me, Tiago.Do it.I’m dying.”

He thrusts all the way to the hilt, crying out loud enough for the people in town to hear.It’s a primal shriek that makes my pussy tighten around him.The stretch is tremendous, but the twinge of pain is gone in an instant, replaced by a driving need.

I attempt to buck my hips, but I’m pinned firmly to the bed.“Tiago,” I shout.“For the love of God,move.”

He pulls almost out and thrusts back in.When I’m finally able to focus on his face, I see the deep lines between his eyes, pinched from… He’s trying not to come.

But I don’t want him to hold back.I want him to orgasm.It’s powerful knowing he can’t stop himself with me.I squeeze his fingers.“Fill me, Tiago.Fucking empty yourself against my cervix.”

He growls louder than before as he tips his head back and lets himself go.His body convulses against me.I swear I can feel his cock jerking with every squirt of his hot come deep inside me.

When he finally settles, he’s breathing heavily and smiling like he won the lottery.ButI’mthe one who won the lottery.I married this dominant older man, and he’s going to fuck me over and over until I’m filled with his child.

A sigh of contentment escapes my lips as I return his smile.

He’s still twitching inside me, and his body is heavy against mine, but I don’t ask him to pull out and let me breathe because I know he will not.He doesn’t want his come to escape my pussy.He’s on a primal mission, and I have no doubt he will succeed.I’m secretly hoping so.

Chapter26

Tiago

“What are you doing?”Reagan asks me in a sleepy, exhausted voice.I’ve fucked her so many times that she can’t even lift her head.She’s lying on her tummy, head on my pillow, face toward me.

I smile as I look over at her from a few feet away.She’s so fucking sexy, all sated and relaxed.The sheets are tangled around her, but they aren’t covering anything important.I can see her fantastic ass and the swell of her breasts.

I drop the items in my hand into the open suitcase and come to her because I need to touch her, inhale her scent, taste her neck.I nuzzle her behind the ear, and it makes her whimper every time.

After kissing a line down her body to her bottom, I playfully bite her flesh.

She giggles.“You didn’t answer my question.What’s the suitcase for?”

I nibble back up to her cheek.“We’re going on a honeymoon.”I can’t keep my hands off her, so I climb back onto the bed, straddle her legs, and lift her hips.I stuff a pillow under her and then decide to add a second.Her delectable ass is high off the bed now, and I nudge her legs apart, kneel between them, and reach for her pussy.She’s so wet, dripping, mostly because I’ve drained my cock inside her several times and have not let her clean up.

I find her clit and stroke it.“Are you sore, baby?”

She moans.“Yes, but in a good way.Don’t stop.”

I chuckle.My dick is already fully erect.I rub her faster because I want her to come before I enter her.

My girl lifts her head and cries out as another orgasm consumes her.That’s my cue to grab her hips and thrust into her.I’m so hard for her all the time that I easily follow behind her after only a dozen strokes, finding my release deep against her cervix.

My chest swells every time I fill her.The need to impregnate her is primal and strong.I want to linger, but we don’t have time.We have to leave in an hour.So, I pull out and then push her knees together.

I kiss the small of her back.“Don’t move, baby.Keep your thighs together.”

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