Page 571 of Summer Heat
Daisy rested her head against me, fitting perfectly right up against my chest. Our bodies were sweaty, the act of me fucking her, taking her … claiming her still covering both of us. Everyday, every minutes, hell, every seconds I wanted to show her with my body that I was hers the same as she was mine.
I smoothed my hand down her arm, slipped my fingers through hers, and lifted her hand. I’d married Daisy two years ago, the ceremony grand, royal, of course. But we’d just been two people, neither of us better than the other, both of us just madly in love. We’d waited, planned, made sure everything was set it, before we’d said our vows.
I’d wanted her to get to know me, the real me, and I’d wanted to learn everything I could about Daisy. I’d wanted us to be as close as two people could be.
I stared at the ring, smoothing my finger over the rock, along her skin, and down her digit. I’d picked this one out especially for her—had it custom made, wanted it unique, the same way she was to me.
Everything I did was for her.
I would have married her the night I had her in my bed. But I’d waited, let her get to know the real me, learned everything I could about Daisy, and then I made her mine.
I could hear her breath become even, slow, and knew she was falling asleep. Having her close to me, right up against my body, knowing she was safe … mine, was perfection.
I slid my hand over to her belly and spanned the flat surface with my palm. For a second all I did was feel her stomach moving up and down gently as she breathed. “I love you,” I whispered, not knowing if she’d hear, but wanting her to know.
She shifted and turned in my arms, ad opened her eyes slowly. I cupped the side of her face, her skin warm, soft. She lifted her hand and placed it over mine, which was still on her cheek.
“Let’s have a baby,” I said, the words spilling out on their own. Moving my hand away from her face, I slid it down her side, skimmed my fingers along the curve and arch of her waist and hip, and moved it so my hand was on her belly. “What do you think?”
“A baby?”
“A baby,” I said and smiled.
She lifted her head and stared at me. “I want that.”
I grinned, feeling so elated I couldn’t even contain it. I rolled on top of her, my cock hard, my body ready for her. I was always ready for her, always needing to make her feel so fucking good.
“Spread for me, baby. Let me make you feel good again.” When she was in position I settled between her legs. She was wet, so damn wet for me but it was a combination of her arousal and my cum. The fact my seed slipped from the tight confines of her body turned me on, made me feel possessive, feral even.
“I love you so fucking much,” I murmured. I ran my nose up the arch of her neck, inhaling that sweet scent that always surrounded her. I growled in approval at the fact she smelled just like me.
“I love you too,” she gasped out because right when she said that I aligned by cock with her pussy and shoved in deeply.
My movements were slow, gentle even. I pulled back and looked into her face. God, I was the luckiest man on the fucking planet.
“Lennon,” she breathed my name out. Daisy arched her chest and closed her eyes, the pleasure clear on her expression.
I thrust into her over and over again. Daisy moaned my name, and I grunted in response.
I kissed her then, claiming her mouth, her body, her very soul. She owned every part of me, had from the moment I saw her and knew I wanted her in my life, fuck everyone else and what they might think.
It didn’t matter how much money we had, how well known we were, I was lucky to have Daisy in my life.
I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but I was never letting go.
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Lennon
And baby makes three
Watching my wife, the woman I loved more than anything else, feeding our child, had this warmth spreading through me.
I leaned against the wall, my heart filled as Daisy hummed to our baby girl Lana. I’d never thought I could love someone as much as Daisy, but after Lana came into our lives I finally knew what being complete really was.
My girls.
My life.
