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I lean forward, my hands on either side of her head as my lips brush over hers. My cock lying thick and heavy against her pussy. “I need to grab a condom from the bathroom, love.”
She holds my face in her hands and stares into my eyes.
Neither of us is foolish enough to think this is love.
Not after such a short amount of time.
But there’s something here.
Something solid and strong.
Some force pulling us together.
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and just had my last physical last month.” The hesitance in her voice nearly breaks me.
Gently, I run my thumb over the apple of her cheek. “I’m clean too. I haven’t been with anyone since long before my last test.” I kiss her again, deeper. Fucking desperate for her. “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom. Be sure, wife.”
She licks her lips and nods. “There should be at least one perk to being married.”
This woman is going to kill me.
She drags her nails down the planes of my back, pressing her tits against my chest and rocking against my cock as her tongue skates over my ear.
“Make me yours, Rhys.”
Bellamy
Rhys fists his cock and drags it through my sex with such an intense look in his eye, I think I could come just from that.
It’s powerful and seductive.
Perfectly him.
Slowly,so slowlyI could cry, he finally pushes inside me. Just enough that we both moan at the incredible feel of my body stretching around his cock. I try to control my breathing, but it’s pointless. I’m in so far over my head, I may never catch my breath again.
Completely lost to him.
To us.
To this moment frozen in time where nothing else matters.
His hands hold my face as he worships my mouth.
Whispering filthy words that light my soul on fire.
My walls clench around him as he drags out every slow thrust.
Each mind-blowing grind against my clit.
Until I’m not sure where he stops and I start.
Building me up over and over.
Kissing that spot I didn’t believe truly existed until now.
Untilhim.
Only to quickly pull back and do it again...and again. . . and again, until finally, I can’t take any more. Until my musclesscream, my breath gets caught in my throat, and my heart risks shattering completely.
