Chapter Twenty-Four-Remy
She’s trembling.
My wife is sprawled out, pussy glistening, thighs shaking, her tits bouncing with every ragged breath.
And I swear to God, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
I’m still licking her sweetness from my lips like it’s ambrosia.
Newsflash: It is.
Like it’s the only food I’ll ever need.
And then I snap. I can’t wait another minute.
I lift my head, lips swollen from kissing her. My cock thumps against her hot, wet entrance—hard, heavy, leaking for her. For this.
Her pupils are already blown wide, but when she sees me, I swear they go even wider.
She should be embarrassed, maybe even ashamed, caught with that little pink toy.
But no. My girl was ready to beg for more.
Fucking hot. So goddamn sexy.
“You don’t need toys, Baby,” I growl, bracing my arms on either side of her as I press my cock against her soaked slit. “You need me. Only me.”
“Remy—” she whispers, voice shaky, torn between reason and ruin.
“Yeah, Baby?” I drag the thick head of my cock up and down her pussy, coating myself in her slick.
“Tell me what you need.”
Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Just a whimper.
“Don’t worry,” I grunt, pushing forward an inch, then two, stretching her open on my cock. “I already know.”
Her eyes roll back. Her nails dig into my arms.
“Fuck—Remy—”
“Take it. Be a good girl and take all of me.”
And she does.
She feels so good. So perfect.
I know Andy is as crazy about me as I am about her, but she doesn’t know it yet.
She doesn’t trust it.
But I’m gonna help her get there.
If it’s the last thing I do, I am going to help this woman understand what it means to be mine.
That flare of awareness in her gaze when she watches me enter a room?
The way she lights up when I touch her?
Somewhere deep down, she know she’s mine.
And what I know? Is that I’m hers, too. And I’m never letting go of her.
Her body bows beneath me as I bottom out, balls slapping her ass, my cock buried to the hilt in her tight, hot cunt.
And I swear I lose my goddamn mind.
I don’t lay all my weight on her. Not with her belly swollen with my precious babies, but I thrust hard.
Deep.
Claiming her over and over, my breath ragged against her ear.
“You feel that?” I rasp, one hand sliding down to cup her right beneath her belly where my cock is pounding inside her.
“That’s me, Baby. Filling you up. Right where our babies’re growing.”
She gasps, her eyes flying open.
“God, Remy—”
“Yeah, that’s right. You love it. You love me breeding this sweet pussy, don’t you? Tell me.”
I slam into her again, harder, faster, watching her tits bounce, watching her fall apart beneath me.
“I-I love it. I love the way you fill my pussy.”
I lean down, bite her throat, and whisper the truth I can’t hold back anymore.
“You’re mine. My wife. My future. And I’m never pulling out of you again. Not tonight. Not ever.”
Her walls strangle my cock, and I know she’s close.
So am I.
“Come with me, Andy. Three times, Baby, that’s my rule for every time we fuck. You come three times for me. Now. Milk my cock. Take every drop I give you.”
And when she screams my name, body convulsing around me, I let go.
I spill inside her with a savage roar, pumping her full of my seed, sinking my teeth into the side of her neck, stilling her as I grind deep to make sure she takes it all.
To make sure she never forgets who owns her body.
Who owns her.
“Fuck,” I groan, kissing her hard, still thrusting lazily as cum drips down her thighs. “You’re gonna do so good with these two. And after the twins, you’re gonna give me another baby, Andy. I can feel it.”
And I believe it.
Because with her wrapped around me, panting and shaking, I know one truth as solid as the blood in my veins.
This woman was made to be mine.