Page 150 of Say I Do

Leave it to Harlow to be this dedicated, injured and all.

If there was one thing I knew about my husband, it was that nothing could get between him and dick. Or, apparently, my asshole. He plunged in deeper, and I sucked in a breath. I ignored my first reaction to run away and let him explore. The more he worked his tongue against my hole, the more I gave into it. Pleasure traveled up my spine. I gripped his legs harder, bobbing my head up and down as my pleasure built to a fever pitch.

“Fuck,” I coughed as his cock pulled free from my lips. “Enough. Ride me.”

Harlow turned and straddled my lap. “You liked it?" he whispered as he leaned forward and kissed my lips. “You kept tightening up around my tongue. I thought I would cum without you even inside of me.”

I sighed. “I’m not going to talk about it.”

Harlow lit up. “You did like it!”

“Shut up and lube my cock, baby.”

A chuckle fell from his lips. He reached over to grab my wallet before he dumped out a little packet of lube. Harlow snatched it up, ripped it open with his teeth, and slathered my cock with it. His hand wrapped around my length before he stroked me, his eyes on mine.

“Fuck, I can’t wait,” Harlow whispered. “I need you right now.”

I moaned. “Say it again.”

“I need you, Benito. I need you so bad it hurts.”

My hands gripped his hips. I slammed into him as Harlow moaned and laid his hands on my chest. Harlow braced himself as I rocked up into him. He met every thrust, his panting and moaning filling the car as the windows fogged. My hand slammed against his ass. Harlow’s head fell back, his dark hair wild as he rode me harder and faster. I slapped his ass again. Every crash of my flesh against his drew more moans from his lips. I could happily drown in that sound.

I couldn’t get enough of touching him. Every time my hands slid against his skin, my heart caught in my throat. Harlow turned me into someone I hardly recognized. It was the person I’d pushed down for way too long. The man I’d been told I couldn’t be, that I had to hide, but who Harlow loved.

“Kiss me,” I groaned.

I dragged Harlow in for a kiss so deep my toes curled as heat consumed every inch of me. My fist wrapped around his silken locks, tugging tight as I thrust inside of him with wild abandon. Nails sliced into my flesh. I felt the trickle of blood as it coursed down my skin, but I didn’t care. I gave into the piercing pain that was tinged with desire and pleasure. My body tensed. I gritted my teeth as my nails dug into Harlow’s plump ass. We rode together, rocking and moaning until it all came to a fever pitch.

Harlow and I came together. Still panting, I scooped up Harlow’s cum and fed it to him. He desperately licked at my fingers, lust still roaring in his gaze. I had a feeling that today we were going to be really fucking exhausted.

“I love you,” I whispered.

Harlow smiled, his hair in his face as he gazed at me. “I love you too, husband.”

Our lips met again. I never wanted to come up for air.

* * *

Harlow clungto me as we took the elevator up to the penthouse. Every second we got, we kissed again. At this rate, both our mouths would be swollen, and we still wouldn’t give a shit. Harlow’s smile as he leaned against me was enough to get lost in. I’d never seen him so happy when he wasn’t plotting my downfall.Progress.

We stepped off of the elevator into the penthouse. Immediately screaming cries reached my ears. My arm dropped from around Harlow’s shoulders.

“What the fuck is that noise!” Harlow asked.

“No idea.”

We made our way toward the living room. I stopped short.

Tony stood in the middle of the room with a baby wrapped up in a blanket, cradled in his arms. He bounced it up and down as he paced back and forth. His hair was a wild mess as he pleaded with the baby.

“Please, please stop crying,” he said frantically. “I don’t know what to do with you!”

“Tony?”

His head shot up. “Benito!” The man looked close to tears. “Help me.”

Chuckling, Harlow went over to the baby and Tony. “Who the hell would give you a baby?” he asked. “Who does this screaming little thing belong to?”

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