Page 22 of Hope
“So fuckingwet,” he growls against my ear.
“I have a thought,” I tell him, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers and giving it a couple of strokes.
“What’s that?” he asks, plunging a finger into my channel.
I gasp, my head falling back against the wall. “You should put a baby inside me.”
“You mean that?” he asks, gripping my cheek until we lock eyes. There’s such love in his hazel gaze that I can hardly handle it.
“Those ten kids aren’t going to make themselves, you know.”
Marshall hooks his fingers around my panties and yanks them so hard they rip. “Baby number one, coming right up.”
He fills me with one savage plunge, and I cry out.
“I love you. So fucking much.”
I try to say it back as he pummels into me, but the sounds that escape my throat aren’t intelligible. But we don’t need words. Marshall knows how much I love him—how much I’ll always love him. And that’s never going to change.
