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“It’s over,” she whispers, her breath whooshing out. “Do you want to hear my answer now?”
I smile.
“I’ll marry you,” she says, palming my jaw and leaning in to brush her mouth over mine. “I’ll start a family with you. Three. I want three kids.”
“I’ll give you a whole damn nursery.”
She laughs, wrapping her arms around me and pushing in for a kiss. My mouth opens over hers, and I groan when our tongues meet. She tightens her hold on me as we tangle our tongues together, the friction so hot it nearly lights a fire between us. My cock hardens in an instant, threatening to pop my zipper as it pushes hard against my fly.
“I love you so darn much, Ransom,” she whispers, slipping her hands from my shoulders to my shirt front, tugging eagerlyat the buttons. “You saved me. Not just tonight, but you’ve been saving me every day since I showed up at the shelter.”
“I’ll always protect you, sweetheart.”
“I know.”
“You’re mine.” I bring my hand to the back of her dress and yank down her zipper, tugging it off her shoulders. My hands reach up and squeeze her bare tits, swallowing her moan as I push back for a kiss. “You belong to me, Abby. Only me.”
“You proved that tonight.” She moans, arching into my touch as I fondle her breasts, loving the feel of her. “Yours. Only you.”
Damn right.
“Fuck, baby, I want you. Now. Here.”
“Yes,” she moans, our fingers bumping together as they drop between us. She fights to tug at my belt as I rush to tug down her panties with my uninjured hand. I groan when she slips her hand into my pants to grab my cock, her fingers soft against my hardness. “Want you inside of me.”
I yank her panties off, sliding my finger between her folds, groaning when I find her slick with arousal. “Fuck, baby, you’re already wet.”
“Around you, I can’t seem to be anything else,” she whimpers, groaning in frustration as she struggles to tug down my jeans from her position. I help her by pushing them down to my ankles along with my briefs before shifting to grip her hips. I groan when she grabs my shaft and rubs the head over her wetness before lining it up with her entrance.
“Fuuuck!”
“Christ, I want to feel you, Ransom. Please.”
I want to worship every inch of her body until the events of the evening are erased from her brain and she sees and thinks of me alone. Fuck, I want to take it slow, but there’s a feral need inme, something predatory that seeks to stake his claim. Remind her and me to whom she belongs.
“Mine.” I sink my cock into her tight wetness, moving torturously slow until I’m stretching her with my girth, filling every inch of her perfect pussy with my manhood. Something that pest will never get to experience. Goddamn it, she’s perfect.
I groan as her pussy clenches around my shaft, teasing me toward an orgasm I’m not prepared for. Jack Midfield could have experienced such heaven, but he was a fool, a goddamned fool who messed up and lost her.
I found her.
No, we found each other.
“Take me,” she whispers, her nails scratching my nipples as they move over my chest. She wraps her legs around me and holds me close, her breathing growing choppy. “Fast and hard. I want to feel you.”
I crash my mouth down on hers, gripping her waist hard as I start rocking my hips, slowly at first. I torture us both by pulling back and sinking into her slowly, groaning when she tightens around me and her thighs tremble around my waist.
“I love you,” I tell her, pulling back, but this time I slam forward. Her breath hitches, eyes rolling back when I start thrusting in and out of her like a possessed man. I push in and bury my face in her neck, drowning in her scent as I hammer into her, faster and harder like she asked—like I wanted.
“Oh God,” she sobs, dragging her hands to my shoulders and bracing as she rolls her hips forward to meet me. Holding on to me as I grind into her roughly, angling my hips so I tease her clit with every stroke, and it just takes a few more before she’s coming violently. Her nails dig into my shoulders and her breath whistles in my ears as she climaxes, her pussy clenching hard around me, and there’s no stopping the climax that tears through me. My muscles ripple along with her seizing body aswe fall apart together, our pleasured noises echoing through the bathroom.
“Fuck me,” I hiss as my body loses tension and I allow myself to fall forward. Her back falls against the mirror, and her hands, now loosely gripping my shoulders, hold me in place. “That was…”
“It always is.” She chuckles, dropping her head to my shoulder and turning to kiss my neck. “I know we need to treat your knuckles, but I can’t move. I don’t ever want to move.”
“Let’s stay like this a while.”
And so we do. Listening to the sound of our breathing, we stay wrapped up together in the bathroom with my semi-hard cock still inside her warmth. I can’t help but picture our future, all the evenings we’ll find ourselves in this very position.
