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I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be. I needed to rut. To breed. To fuck.

“Mine. Mine. Mine,” I chanted as my hips slapped into the back of her thighs, making her ass quiver.

“No more mob bosses.”

“No more,” she repeated on a sob.

“No more ex’s. You’re mine.”

“No more,” she repeated.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You, Buck.”

I spanked her ass, once, not too hard, but I needed to see my hand print on her. It flared hot pink in less than a second.

Turned out, Sage liked to get spanked becauseshe came, her pussy clenching down on my dick as if it never wanted to let it go. “Buck, oh BUCK!”

“Who’s cum is–FUCK!” I came then, not being able to last any longer. She felt too good. Too tight. Hot. Wet. Knowing some of that was my cum from earlier… I spurted hot and thick. Rope after rope of it until my balls were emptied.

Only then did I slip out, but I held her in place and watched my seed slip from between her swollen, bright pink folds. It was the prettiest fucking sight I’d ever seen.

Then I helped her up, leaned down to pull her pants and panties back up. She squirmed, probably feeling all the cum coating her pussy and filling her panties.

“You wanted cum, sweetheart.”

“I did, my overachieving cowboy.”

I tipped my hat, then winked.

“Mark my words. In nine months, you’ll have that baby you wanted.”

And he was right. Nine months and three days later, the newest baby Wilder came into the world.