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My husband pulls his fingers out, drops down between my legs, and thrusts his cock into me all the way to the hilt.
I gasp, my eyes rolling back. His cock is so tight inside me, but it doesn’t hurt. It just feels like pressure.
He grabs my hands in his, threads our fingers together, and drags my arms above my head. Holding me firmly in place, he kisses me. It’s not a quick peck, either. He kisses me with all the passion and need simmering between us. We devour each other with desperation, sucking and licking.
I finally break free to beg, “Move, Dallas. Do it again.” I need the friction more than I need my next breath.
He eases almost all the way out and thrusts back in deeper.
I gasp. Holy shit. It feels so good.
“Yeah?” he asks.
I nod. “More. Oh, God. Please…”
Dallas pulls out, hesitates, and then lurches forward, filling me again.
“Yes,” I scream. I don’t know if other people fuck like this, but apparently, we do. I want this. I want everything. I want him to fuck me until I have no coherent thoughts left.
He gives me what I crave, fucking me harder and harder until he holds himself deep and grinds the base of his cock against my clit. “Come, Arianna. Now.”
I obey him because it’s the only thing I know how to do in this moment. As soon as my orgasm grips his erection, he groans loud enough to shake the roof. Short little bucks of his hips accompany his release.
When he’s spent, he lowers his forehead to mine, grinning broadly. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Mrs. Wilde.” He’s breathing heavily. So am I.
“So are you, Mr. Wilde.” It’s hard to breathe with him resting on top of me. I squirm. “Need oxygen.”
He rises onto his knees between my legs, grabs the plug I’ve almost forgotten about, and immediately pushes it into me. It’s not as wide as his cock, but it’s tight.
Dallas brings my knees together and bends them up toward my chest. He tips them so far that my ass lifts off the bed. And that’s when he stuffs a pillow under my lower back.
I start giggling. “Is this really necessary?”
He holds me in this position and leans over to kiss me. “Every time I fuck you, you’re going to hold my come inside you until I say otherwise.”
I can’t catch my breath. How is he so intensely hot even after fucking the daylights out of me? He rocks my knees higher, pressing them against my swollen, sore tits.
“I’m going to start reading those breeder romances of yours, so I’ll know what kinky shit turns you on.”
It’s kind of late for my face to heat, but it does. This man is going to rock my world for the rest of my life. And I’m down for it every step of the way.
He drops onto his side next to me, props himself up on an elbow, and stares at me. His hand is still holding my knees. He means business on this getting me pregnant issue.
“I’m so fucking glad you moved to Wilde and took over the library.”
“Me, too,” I whisper.
“I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love another human.”
“I love you that much, too,” I tell him.
“I’m going to pretend to milk your tits until you get pregnant, baby. Do you know why?”
“Because it makes me horny.”
His grin widens. “Exactly.”
“Can I lower my legs now, please, you crazy fool?”
