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I give an experimental thrust to see what she can take, and she moans my name in a way that’s so hot, so sinfully seductive, I didn’t even know it was possible. I want to cause her to make that noise again. It becomes my mission, fucking her long and slow, decadently deep inside her hot, tight pussy.
“You feel so good around me, so fucking perfect,” I tell her, willing myself to hold out. I came way faster than I’d have liked last night, and I’m determined to put on a better show today. I want to watch her come again, need to see her break apart with her pleasure.
Her wrists twitch in my hand, and I let go immediately, thinking she’s trying to get free. But no—the second she’s free, she grabs my hand, interlacing our fingers, and my hips stutter at how sweet that is. “You like that?” I ask rhetorically. Her eyes are big and wet and needy, her mouth fallen open on a gasp that can’t quite escape. She isn’t loud, and I momentarily wonder what I’ll have to do to make her scream, but then her pussy clenches around me, driving any thoughts straight from my mind.
I can’t tell if she’s doing it on purpose or not, but it’s like everything about her is designed to drag me right over the edge of sanity. I can’t function with her around. I don’t want tofunction—I want to fill her and hold her and make her come. I was made to bring this woman pleasure.
“Come for me, baby,” I plead. I’m so close, a hair’s breadth away from coming, but not until she does first.
She rolls her hips experimentally, and then her mouth falls open wider. “Yeah?” I ask her, making sure to maintain exactly that angle. “You like that? Is this good for you, wife? Is this what you need?”
“Finn—” Her voice is barely a gasp, a breath of air that’d vanish forever if I wasn’t so intent on her.
“Let your husband make you come, baby. Give into it—let yourself feel good.”
She calls out my name again, and then she comes, her pussy squeezing around me while her pretty eyes slip closed and the sweetest moans slip out of her mouth.
She sounds so fucking pretty like this, falling apart for me, her husband. Andyes, this is it—this is what I want for the rest of my life.
I have the presence of mind to pull out of her, shooting my come all over her stomach. My cock hates leaving her sweet, warm heat, but just because we talked about the idea of children doesn’t mean we should start right now.
I look down at her, and my breath catches at the sight of her, rung out, a little sweaty, and absolutely fucking perfect.
Chapter 19
Cassidy
Finn stares at me like something rare and valuable while I run a finger through the come on my stomach. “Didn’t want to come inside me?” I ask curiously when I’ve gotten the power of speech back.
“Worried about pregnancy,” he mutters, eyes still wide as he watches me.
I frown. “I thought you said—”
“You said someday,” he interrupts. “I’ll wait for you to tell me when we get to someday, wife, but that’s your decision.”
Oh. I smile slowly, touched by his sweetness. I need to let all my old hangups go, because Finn consistently refuses to live up to them. “I’m on the pill,” I tell him. When he gives me a confused look, I shrug. “Periods suck.”
He still looks confused, and when I’m worried he somehow doesn’t know what the pillis, he smiles slowly, devious and beautiful. “So, I can come inside you?” he checks.
“Mhm.” That sounds… really good. No one’s ever done that before, and it sounds permanent, kind of the same way that him continuing to call mewifesounds permanent.
“Good to know,” he drawls, then leans closer so he can pepper my face in little kisses, barely-there brushes. “How’re you feeling, baby? Okay?”
“Okay,” I agree. Better than okay. Stretched and a little sore, an ache between my thighs I’d forgotten how to feel, but so, so okay. Grounded in a way I didn’t know I could be while simultaneously feeling light as air.
“Good.” He nuzzles into my neck. He’s not resting any of his weight on me, but his skin is pressed to mine nonetheless. He’s no doubt getting come all over himself, but he doesn’t notice, too focused on me.
My eyes flick to the window. It’s probably almost eight, judging by the sun. It’s time to start the day.
It’s astonishing that I have to go to work and pretend everything is normal in a few hours, but I do. I’ll have to pretend that I didn’t have an earth-shattering, reality-redefining night with my husband, and instead act like I’m so happy to ring up groceries for the afternoon.
And that’s after a good chunk of the town witnessed Finn blow up on Caroline last night on my behalf. The gossip will be crazy today.
Finn settles onto his side again, carefully arranging his wings. He tries to pull me into his chest, and I go willingly enough, but I do warn him, “I have to work in a bit.”
“So do I,” he murmurs, eyes already slipping closed. “Gotta get this project done. But we have some time, right?”
We would, but there’s something that I know I have to do this morning. “I need to call G,” I tell him. It’d been one thing when I kept the lie from her. She didn’t need to know why I needed a fake husband. But now that there’s something real between us? G always deserved to be the first to know.
