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“Motherfucker,” I yell as I pulse one more time just as she clenches around me. I still as my cock swells and I spill into her, shooting my cum so hard that everything around me goes black, and my body floats as all feeling and sensation is directed toward my cock pulsing inside her. “Jesus Christ.”
I take calming breaths as I twitch inside her, both of us catching our breath.
After a few seconds, I slowly remove myself and pick her up from the bed. She feels spent in my arms as I carry her into the bathroom where I set her on the counter and start a bath for us. While the water is running, I cup her cheek. She lazily smiles up at me as I kiss her lips.
“You okay?”
“Perfect,” she says. “Really perfect.”
“Good.” I bring my hands to her hips and say, “We should have talked about this sooner, but are you on birth control?”
She chuckles and nods. “I wouldn’t let you come like that if I wasn’t. There’s no doubt that would have made me pregnant.”
I laugh and kiss her forehead. “Yeah, pretty sure that’s the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Same,” she says as she rests her head against my chest. “I’m . . . I’m exhausted.”
“Then let me take care of you.” I wrap my arms around her and rub her back. “You’re all mine, Wylie, and I’ll do everything to make sure you’re protected and taken care of.”
Everything.
Levi:There’s going to be a delivery at the apartment soon. Wanted to let you know so you aren’t alarmed when people knock on the door.
Wylie:Ooo, a delivery, what is it?
Levi:Something for you.
Wylie:Really?
Levi:Yup. I want you to be comfortable, and I want you to be inspired.
Wylie:Are you going to make me cry?
Levi:I hope not. The only crying I want from you is when you’re calling out my name. By the way, how do you feel? Sore?
Wylie:Yeah, but it’s a good kind of sore.
Levi:I’m sorry.
Wylie:Please don’t apologize. I want to be sore from your cock. I want to walk around and still feel you inside me. I want to look in the mirror and see your beard burn. I want all of it.
Levi:Baby, don’t get me hard in the locker room.
Wylie:When will you be home?
Levi:After a training session. Won’t be long.
Wylie:Good because I want you again.
Levi:I want you every goddamn second.
Chapter Seventeen
WYLIE
“May we come in?” one of the deliverymen asks.
“Of course,” I say as I step aside. They roll in a large square box and a second smaller one.
