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Trying to gain control, I flip us, and push her thighs wide so I can settle between them, making sure not to put too much of my weight on top of her body. I reach for her roaming hands, pinning her wrists above her head, and hover my mouth above her lips. “Patience, wife, Ithink I need to teach you a lesson first. Remind you that you’remy wifeand no one else’s.”
She’s practically panting now, thrusting up and trying to take control. “I’m sorry, I swear you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted. The only one I ever will.”
A warmth floods me at her words.
“Say it again,” I taunt, brushing my lips against hers. Even now as I attempt to punish her, I hover above her, protecting both her and our baby.
“You’re the only one I want. The only one I need. Please Sully, fuck me.” She thrusts up again, rolling her soaked pussy against my thick cock.
The groan that leave my lips echoes between us. “You’re so fucking ready.” I shift, adjusting my cock into position, then reach between us, so that I can slide my crown in a slow circle against her oversensitive clit. Teasing her. Taunting her.
It’s just as much of a tease for me though. My cock is weeping to get inside her.
When she can’t take it anymore, she bucks up, crazed, and I slip inside. Her hot cunt hugs my cock tightly, squeezing me, and steals then breath from my lungs. “Oh fuck sweetheart, you’re so good. Your pussy is gripping my cock so bloody tight.”
Her pussy quivers around me, and I thrust, once, twice, dragging my cock all the way out and then burrowing deep inside her again. Fuck, I can’t get deep enough. I want to live inside this woman. Spend my life buried deep within her. “Come on sweetheart, be a good little wife and squeeze me. Come on your husband’s cock.”
Her head thrashes back and forth and my spine tingles as I hit the spot deep inside her that makes her pulse around me. “Just like that,” I growl.
“Yes! Sully! Fuck, right there,” she cries as she explodes, pulsing around me. I continue to thrust, milking every ounce of her and my pleasure until I come on a long moan, with my wife’s name on my tongue.
I fall to my side, making sure not to crush her, and then pull her into my chest. “Fuck I love you,” I murmur, emotion rolling over me in waves.
Sloane burrows into my chest, hugging me tightly. I know she feels it too. I know she loves me too. But fuck, I just wish she’d say it. I’m desperate to hear her say it.
Tugging her hair gently back, I force her gaze to mine. “You’re mine Sloane Murphy. My wife. Don’t ever go on a date with another man again.”
Sloane’s eyes soften and she crawls up my chest until she’s the one hovering above my lips. “I’m yours, Sully. I’m completely yours.”
Chapter 36
Sloane
“Yes,” I sigh in ecstasy, then tug on my husband’s dark hair, holding him in place. This is the best way to be woken up. As I grind up against his face, I use my free hand to tweak my nipple, causing a spark to shoot straight to my core.
He moans in response, like he’s enjoying this as much as I am. I’m beginning to think he does, because he’s woken me up like this every day this week. Since the night he surprised me in our penthouse things have been nothing short of perfect. I think it’s the honesty, and the knowledge that we’re both all in, that has taken our relationship to a completely new level.
A different kind of warmth spreads through me. Everything is different with him this time. The intense desire that always exists in Sully’s presence is still there, but now I feel cherished. Every touch of his hand, every brush of his lips, is laced with so much more.
He flicks his tongue just the way I like it, then drags his thumb through my arousal and presses inside my ass. I sigh in bliss. I’ve been so turned on lately, and nothing satiates it. “Gonna fuck this,” he says, eyeing me over my small bump.
I thrash beneath him, desperate. “Promises, promises.”
With a chuckle, he goes back to playing. When I hit my peak, hedrags the sensation out, heightening the pleasure so acutely that I have to smother myself with a pillow to keep from waking the whole house.
I’m still coming down, my breaths still ragged, when he’s crawling over me and reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer. He eyes me as he holds it up, making sure I’m still game.
“You’re going to have to cover my mouth,” I tell him in answer. If I could barely keep myself quiet when he was simply going down on me, there’s no way I’ll stay quiet if he fucks my ass.
His eyes go hazy. “Deal.” Looming over me, he presses a kiss to my lips. It’s meant to be quick, but we get lost in it, tongues tangling, teeth clashing, sucking on lips, and moaning loudly.
Eventually, I fall back, breathless, and he sits up on his knees and uncaps the lube. His cock is so hard it looks angry as it juts between us. “I’m going to?—”
The door flies open, hitting the wall, and Cal appears.
My husband falls on top of me, covering me. “What the fuck?”
“My eyes!” Cal screams. “My bloody eyes!”
