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“Kitten, you’re in such a hurry.”

“I can’t concentrate I’m so damn horny for you, Wade. And frankly it’s pissing me off.” Then she’s notching me at her entrance and sliding down, impaling herself on me.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

She kisses me and the kiss feels so big and important, like it means something more than just a kiss. Then she starts riding me. The feel of her hot pussy gripping my dick is nothing but pure heaven.

“Kelli,” I groan. I grip her hips. “If you keep riding me that fast, I’m not gonna fucking last.”

“I need to come,” she whines. “I’m so close. Put your thumb on my clit.” She bites down on her lip as she bucks against me. Her big tits bounce and there has never been a sexier sight.

I press my thumb next to her clit giving her the pressure she needs. Then I lean forward and suck a nipple into my mouth.

I suck hard and her rhythm is getting more erratic, her moans louder. She looks like a fucking goddess.

The feel of her wet heat engulfing my dick is pulling me to the brink faster than I’d like. Normally, I’d like to say I have more control. But with this woman, my body seems to answer to her and her alone.

“Wade, oh fuck, I’m coming.” She shatters above me, on me. She’s everywhere, surrounding me.

It feels like something in the universe shifts in that moment. Everything in my life feels more clear. I don’t need a fucking new plan. My job now is to love this woman. That’s it. I will love and adore Kelli and the babies I put in her belly.

The thought of her round and plump with my kid breaks something loose in the little restraint I have left. I grip her hips and piston her body up and down on mine. “Goddamn, kitten. You fucking ruined me. You hear me? This pussy has ruined me.”

Her tits are bouncing and her hands go to my shoulders as if she needs to hold on to something. “Oh, shit.”

“I’m going to make you come all over my cock again. I want you to squeeze my orgasm out with just your pussy walls.”

“I can’t.” She shakes her head.

“Oh, but I think you can. And this pussy definitely wants to come.” I smack her clit while I continue to fuck her up and down on my cock. “Oh yeah, you feel that?”

“Fuck,” she breathes. “Yes. Make me come again. Fuck.”

The pressure in my balls is so intense as her vaginal walls grip me tighter. Christ, the way her body fits mine. As if she were made specifically for me. So tight. So wet. So fucking perfect.

Her head tosses back and she shrieks my name as she climaxes around me. My orgasm explodes from my body and I shoot directly into her womb. I curse the fact that she’s on birth control. But it’s okay. We’ll start our family soon.

She collapses against me and we just stay there for several minutes. Breathing heavy, sweaty, sated, I realize I’m more at peace than I ever have been. Before my accident and most definitely after.

“Did that get it out of your system?” I ask.

“No. I’m gonna need to do that at least one more time. But I might need a tiny nap before we go again,” she says, the warmth of her breath tickles the skin at my throat.

I wrap my arms around her body and hold her tight to me as I laugh.

chapterthirty-three

Kelli

I’ve been a big girl my whole life. First of all, I’m tall. Like almost five foot nine. My mother always said I was big boned, which we all know is horse shit for ‘society will call this one fat.’ The truth is, I don’t care. Never have. I have cellulite, big tits and belly rolls. There’s even some back fat in there too. But I like my body.

I spend my life helping people whose bodies are broken, whose bodies—for one reason or another—don’t work the way they used to or are supposed to. It would be beyond insensitive of me to complain about anything regarding my body. So, yeah, I could care less about my body fat. My bones, my muscles, and my curves all serve me well. My body is functional. It works.

But right now, in this moment, I love my body solely because of how Wade is looking at me.

I love how sexy I feel right now while Wade is staring at my bare breasts. He’s naked, casually stroking his hard cock as he sits on my unmade bed. Earlier, he warned me against his body, telling me he was scarred and ugly. But I don’t see it. I mean I’m not blind, I can see where being a SEAL did damage to his body. He’s not ugly though. He’s so beautiful.

I stand between his thighs and trace my fingers over a gnarled scar on the back of his right shoulder.

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