Page 62 of Cherished Union

My pants hit the floor. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. The thought of fucking my pregnant wife makes me rock hard. I’m dying to sink my cock inside of her, to fuck her into oblivion until neither of us are able to move.

I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s lying on the bed, ready, willing, and waiting for me to do as I please. The way she’s always done. She’s always had complete trust in me with her body, something I have cherished every single time she’s handed me that trust. Something I’ll never betray. Adelina Gallo Gallagher is mine, and I’ll be damned if I ever let anyone hurt her.

Addie’s body is shaking with anticipation as I position my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I still, unsure if this is the right thing. I’m dying to push all the way in, but I don’t want to hurt her.

“Please,” she begs, her emerald eyes pleading with me. “You won’t hurt us, Hay. Please, fuck me.”

I grit my teeth as my cock rubs against her pussy. She’s soaking wet.

“Tell me, Dove, what do you need from me?” I need to take a moment and breathe, to regain my composure and not hammer into her like a madman.

She moans low in her throat. “You. Please, Hayden, don’t make me beg.” She pushes down against my cock so the tip is inside of her pussy. “Don’t hold back. We’re fine. Don’t treat me like I’m made out of glass.”

“Shit,” I growl, my control fraying as I slam inside of her. I press my lips against hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure. Her walls instantly contract around me as her orgasm washes over her.

I pound into her, harder with each thrust. The harsh sound of our bodies slamming together mix with her moans and my grunts. Our mouths fuse together as we continue to fuck. Every time I’m inside of Addie, it gets better and better. There’s no one better matched for me than my wife.

I never thought I’d be tied down and in love, but the moment I saw Addie, I knew there was something special about her. I just didn’t realize what she’d come to mean to me.

Her movements become erratic, and I know she’s about to explode. Sweat drips from us both. Addie’s hair is stuck to her head, curling around her face. Her back bows, her body tightens, and her pussy contracts around my cock as she screams out her release.

I grit my teeth and hammer into her, my spine tingling. I’m close. Fuck, I can’t hold it back any longer. Our lips once again touch, and I’m gone. I slam into her once—twice—thrice—and come, unloading inside of her until I’m completely depleted.

I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so that she’s lying on top of me. Her breathing is labored, her body slick with sweat, but she’s wearing a satisfied grin.

“Thank you,” she says as she traces her name on my chest. “You’ve made me really happy, Hayden. I got lucky being able to marry you.”

“Keep it up, Dove, and I’ll fuck you again.”

Her laugh is soft. “That’s not a threat,” she tells me. “But seriously, you’ve made me happier than I could have ever imagined. Thank you for loving me.”

“You make it easy, Addie,” I tell her simply.

“That’s good,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep as she rests her head against my chest. “When the baby’s born, I don’t want my parents around him or her. They don’t get to taint the beauty.”

Oh, no, neither of them will be alive to see the day their grandchild will be born.

“They won’t,” I tell her, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.

She sighs in relief. “Good, because my father told me that he’d kill any brat of mine,” she mumbles and falls silent.

I don’t comment on it. If I do, I’m going to hit the roof. No, Addie doesn’t need to hear my rage right now. But without a doubt, Aldo is going to die—tonight.

“Wanna tell me why the fuck you dragged me out of bed at this time of the morning?” Hayes grumbles as he slides into the car. Our da’s already here. I picked him up before I stopped at Hayes’.

“It’s time for Aldo to die,” I snarl as I put the car into drive.

I left Addie in our bed, sleeping, the teddy bear with our baby's heartbeat beside her. She looked so peaceful that I wasn’t going to wake her. Hell, she doesn’t need to know what goes on tonight. She’ll discover soon enough what’s about to go down.

I look through the rear-view mirror and see my da shrug. “It’s been a long time coming. But what has brought on the sudden need to kill him?”

“He told Addie that he’d kill any brat of hers,” I say through clenched teeth. The fucker has gone too fucking far. Not only has he put his hands on my wife, but he’s threatened any children she’s to have.

“Right,” Hayes says. “But you don’t have any.”

I can feel both of their gazes on me. I sigh. These fuckers are worse than my ma. “She’s eleven weeks pregnant.”

Hayes whoops. “I fucking knew it. Annemarie’s such a shit liar. She denied it until she was blue in the face.”

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