“Touch yourself,” I growl.
Her arm shakes when she balances on it so she can slide her hand between her thighs, her fingers going straight to her clit. The way her nails scrape across my shaft as I fuck her, has my eyes slamming closed.
I tip my head back and stop fucking breathing while trying to hold off from shooting my cum deep inside our woman. She’s going to come first. She has to.
“I’m gonna come,” her breathless warning feels like starlight; the words shimmering around us.
“Squeeze my cock, show me how much you like me using you and showing you who you belong to,” I grit out through my teeth.
Sweat is coating me, and my dick is so painfully hard that I don’t know if I want to fuck her harder or cry. My balls are heavy, and my spine is tingling, warning me of just how close I am to blowing my load.
When her breath hitches and I can feel her orgasm start to wash over her, I release her hip and spank one of her ass cheeks and then the other. Hard.
She screams, her body locking up as she squeezes me even tighter and comes.
I slam into her a few more times before I bury myself as deep inside of her as I can. Her shoulders fall toward the bed, and I follow her down, the grip I have on her hair ensuring that the movement is slow. Suspended. In my fucking control.
Her pussy walls milk my shaft, and I grunt, “I can feel your body begging me for my cum. Soon I’ll be planting my baby in your womb, nothing will stop me from knocking you up. You’ll look so fucking sexy round with our baby.”
I’m not even sure where those words come from, but as spurt after spurt of my cum paint her walls, all I can picture is that fucking implant in her arm which is preventing me from breeding her right now.
I hate that fucking implant.
The moment the last of my cum fills her, I let go of her hair and she slumps to the side. I crawl behind her and pull her against my front. Needing to feel her body against mine.
When she rolls over, a small groan escapes her body. Moving isn’t easy because her body feels boneless. I can’t help but feel smug as fuck.
But the smirk on my face disappears when I meet our wife’s gaze. “It’s okay to be scared, Kirill.”
Her words feel like a bullet to the chest. I’ve never been allowed to be weak, to be vulnerable. But I know it’s different with Oaklynn. With her everything is different.
She’ll never judge me.
She’ll never look at me differently.
She’ll never think less of me.
“I can’t lose you,” my voice is like gravel, and I clear my throat, hoping my next words sound smoother. “I won’t lose you.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I was scared when you called me, and I hated it. Being helpless isn’t something I can handle.”
Her thumb runs between my eyebrows, smoothing the skin there. My face instantly relaxes, and I can breathe a little easier.
“I’m right here,” she assures me. “I’m safe and I had the situation handled.” She looks away and bites her bottom lip before she looks at me again. “I could have been wrong. He might just be a creepy man who has more money than sense and an overinflated sense of entitlement.”
“I don’t think you were wrong,” I whisper, “and that scares me even more. What if it was Mikhail and not this Adam fucker?”
“Then he would have never gotten that close to me,” she assures me.
I want to believe her, I do, but it’s not easy. I also want to be in the warehouse with the guys.
Oaklynn giggles and pinches my chest. “You’re thinking about torturing him in the warehouse while your cock is still wet from me,” she chastises me.
Laughter bursts out of me as I roll onto my back. The weight of tonight, of what could have been, isn’t quite as heavy as it was. It’s still there, I can’t imagine a time when it’ll disappear entirely, but it does feel like something I can shoulder now.
I roll to face our woman again and cup her cheek, my hand looking comically large, “I love you, Oaklynn.”
The smile she gives me is luminous. “I love you too.”
It’s not Adam’s blood spray as a badge of honor, but it’s enough. The guys will get the information we need. I have no doubt about it.