Page 35 of The Best Man

Sighing with pleasure, I lean my head on his muscular arm. “I love you.”

Pressing a loving kiss against my forehead, he murmurs, “I love you, too.”

Epilogue

I clutch the bed sheets, moaning as I ride my husband’s cock.

He lies on the bed beneath me with my tits in his face, but there’s no debate about who’s in control. He squeezes my tits and kisses them when he feels like it. He bites my nipples and pulls me close when I gasp.

I’m so full of him. I love it. I never want him to leave my body.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” His words are harsh but reverent as he grips my hips.

He pulls me off his cock and shifts me down to the bed, but he doesn’t throw me around like he used to.

His hand slides down to caress my belly, and I smile up at him, sliding my fingers through his thick dark hair.

I love him so much.

“We really have to get up. We’re going to be late.”

He parts my thighs, notching himself between them and shoving his cock back into my pussy. “Then we’re late.”

I sigh with pleasure as he fills me, letting my eyes drift shut as he teases my beaded nipple, then pinches it.

They’re a little more sensitive than they used to be, but it still feels good.

Everything he does to me feels good.

He teases the stiff peak as he fucks me, and when I feel myself approaching the precipice, I grab his shoulders so I have something strong and reliable to hold on to when I come apart.

“Marcus,” I cry, panting.

He drives his cock deep, pinching my nipple and rumbling, “Come for me, pretty girl.”

And I do.

God, I do.

He gathers me close as I fall to pieces in his strong embrace, then he kisses me and eases me back down.

I’m too weak to move, so he grabs my hips and takes my pussy until he’s ready to shoot his cum inside it.

Fuck, I love that feeling.

I love being used by him, and Ilovebeing full of his cum.

He collapses on the bed beside me, and I curl close, hooking my legs around his and sliding my arm around his back so I can get as close as possible.

“I love you,” I whisper, kissing his neck greedily. “I love you so much.”

He smiles, sliding his fingers through my hair and kissing my forehead. “I love you, too, baby.” His hand slides down to cup my barely protruding belly. “Both of you.”

My heart fills with happiness like it always does when he caresses my bump so lovingly. “You’re going to be the best daddy.”

At least, I hope he’s the daddy.

My smile fades as the fear I’ve had off and on since I found out I was pregnant resurfaces. I was too busy with last-minutewedding preparations to keep track of my cycle in the months leading up to the wedding, so I can’t be sure when I conceived.

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