Page 154 of Innocent Intentions

“My love does this to you?” My voice is hoarse. My love does to her what her love does to me. I’ve never been harder. Never needed a woman as much as I need her. My cock needs its home in her.

I slide one finger in. Then another. She clenches around them and nods, gasping.

She’s ready for me.

“My sweet girl–”

She cuts me off by unbuckling my belt. I step closer so she can free me. She shoves my boxer briefs down just enough for my cock to spring out.

She groans at the sight.

“Please–”

I don’t let her finish. I thrust into her in one hard, desperate motion.

It’s fast. Frantic. Every thrust chasing something deeper.

I bite her neck. Her shoulders. Her ear. My fingers find her clit and circle, adding to the chaos.

“I’m so close, Matty!” she cries out.

“I know, sweetheart. Come for me.”

It’s not an order. It’s a plea.

“I love you, Matty!”

That’s what breaks me.

She comes, shaking around me. I follow, thrusting as deep as I can and holding her, filling her with everything I have. My seed. My love. My entire fucking soul.

Her walls pulse around me. I keep pressure on her clit, drawing out her pleasure. Letting it pull mine deeper.

When we finally still, I collapse against her, my forehead resting in the crook of her neck. Her fingers weave through my hair. My cock twitches, still inside her, not ready to leave.

I hold her upright, being her support. Being her protector. Like I always will.

“I love you,” she whispers into my hair.

I lift my head, eyes meeting hers. “Say it again, sweetheart.”

“I love you, Matty. I love being with you. I love our life together. I love the future we’ll have. The children we’ll make. I love it all. I love you.”

She cradles my face in her hands, mirroring what I did to her earlier. I close my eyes and just breathe her in.

I will never feel anything greater than this.

After a long moment, I pull out and tuck myself away, watching our combined releases pour from her. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

She starts to fix herself, but I beat her to it, pushing her panties over and pulling up her pants. She’s still messy. Still mine.

She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me close. Her lips part to say something, but the door creaks open.

“Would you like dessert now?” David’s godawful voice breaks the spell.

“No.” I growl.

“Be nice,” Margot whispers.

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