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I don’t even care how fucking crazy that is in this moment. I picture her pregnant with my baby and place my hand on her stomach, and I fucking lose it.
“Tell me I can come inside you. Tell me I can fill that pretty pussy.”
She clamps down on me so tightly that I couldn’t pull out if I wanted to.
“Say it,” I command.
“Come inside me, Wyatt. Fill up my pretty pussy.”
Those filthy words coming from her sweet, sensuous mouth shove me over the cliff. I follow orders and shoot hot streams of my release into her tight, still-writhing body.
She moans with each burst, finding her own release once more. Mygirl is so responsive, so sensitive.
So fucking perfect.
And I don’t know how we’re going to manage a long-distance relationship, but she is so fuckingmine.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
ivy
I’M TREMBLING ON HIS KITCHEN TABLE when Wyatt pulls out of me.
This is the moment of truth.
The awkward part no one writes about in the sex scenes or shows in the movies. I’m leaking his come, my legs are too weak to climb down. He tucks his cock back into his black boxer briefs. The weight of what we just did settles over us.
I try to regain my composure, but all I can do is stare at the surprisingly modern light fixture above me.
“Hang tight,” Wyatt tells me, like I have a choice.
In the next moment, I feel a warm, wet washcloth at my center. A sound of pleasure escapes my lips because the soothing sensation is teasing my still-sensitive, swollen clit.
“Feel good?”
I don’t trust my brain yet to form words, much less coherent sentences. “Mmhmm,” is all I can manage.
Wyatt cleans me thoroughly, then places a gentle kiss on my center.
I twitch on the table.
“Sensitive?” He glances up at my face.
I nod.
Whatever he sees must tell him I’m still needy.
He kisses my pussy again—with tongue this time. Every cell in my body ignites. His hands grip my inner thighs. He places open-mouthed kisses along my groin, and then his tongue dances all around my clit until I’m crying out.
It’s too much and not enough, all at once.
“My cum inside you making you crazy, baby?”
All that escapes me is a whimper.
“Let’s see what we can do about that.”
He lifts me into his arms like I’m a bride, and the wooden walls blur by as he carries me to his bedroom.
