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“Please, Montrell,” Beatrice called through the ringing in his ears. She tried to drag him back down. “I’m not in pain.”
“I’m not going to hurt you with my cock.” His voice was harder than he wanted it to be, but his body was urging him back inside her. The control it took not to made a tremor run through him.
“Look at me.” Beatrice grabbed his cheeks over his beard, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “You’re not hurting me. I’m just tired! I want to lie there and let you fuck me and not do a damn thing, and I feel awful about it.”
“What?” He wanted that too. “Why awful?”
Her eyes shifted away. “Because it’d be better for you if I were more of a participant. Wouldn’t it?” Her shoulders hunched as her eyes closed. “He always told me—”
Montrell captured the words. It was selfish of him, but he didn’t want the Albanian in bed with them this time. He took his time kissing her, hoping it would help him find some restraint. When he lifted his head, her eyes had gone slitted again, and she looked like she wanted to collapse to the bed. “Lie back.”
As she obeyed, he reached for more lube. He might as well reapply. The head of his cock glistened from being inside her. He kept his touch light as he slathered more lube on anyway.
Crawling between her thighs gave him a head rush. He captured her legs, pushing them up between them until he trapped them against his chest with his weight. Then he braced one hand beside her and used the other to guide his thick cock where it belonged.
The head slipped in easily enough, and he let his hand drop away, looking into her now-wide eyes.
“Any concerns?” he asked, rocking more of him inside. “Pain? Panic?”
“N-None,” she gasped, her body shaking as she took more of him. “I can’t…”
“No, you can’t move.” His hips pushed every inch of his erection inside her. “You’re just going to lie there and take my cock like a good girl.”
Her eyes squeezed shut as she shuddered, her chest flushing an amazing pink.
Montrell groaned as his body urged him to get on with it. “I’m going to fuck you now.” His voice came out strained. “I might lose control, but if you don’t like it, if it’s too much”—he swallowed—"just say stop and I will. You can stop this at any time.”
Her eyes opened, meeting his. Her hand found his cheek, cupping it. “You’re mine. Isn’t that what you said?”
“Yes. I’m yours.” He rocked inside her, desperately needing to thrust but also needing to wait to hear her next words.
“Then give me all of you. Let go, Montrell.”
He let out a broken sound as he thrust into his wife. He used his upper body weight to hold her still so he wouldn’t fuck her right off the bed. Her cunt was warm and slick and felt like heaven as he filled her again and again. She gasped as he bottomed out, forcing her to take him completely, but it wasn’t a gasp of pain. She didn’t ask him to stop. With each deep thrust, her body shuddered.
He lost any rhythm, his balls slapping against her ass and making his eyes cross as she pulsed around his cock in an orgasm.
“Fuck! Yes!” he shouted. She’d come. She’d come just from his cock.
And suddenly it was too much, and he was buried deep inside her, right where he wanted to be, and he cried out as her greedy cunt sucked every last drop of his cum from him.
He collapsed on top of her. He continued to brace himself with his arms, but her legs were squished between them as he tried to find even an ounce of strength to leave her. One more minute, he promised himself as his hand moved to stroke the side of her smooshed breast.
When his cock flexed inside of her, enjoying the sensation of being there, he roused himself enough to pull out, relieved when it hung limp against his thigh. Then he gathered her in his arms.
“Not done?” she asked in such a sexily sated voice that he nearly tripped. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she snuggled against him.
Montrell brushed a kiss over her hair. “You should try to pee. Then I’ll wash you before we sleep.”
Her head snapped up, almost decking him. “You want me to pee?”
He kissed her nose. “Best habit after sex to prevent UTIs.”
Her giggle was the most amazing sound in the world. “That’s so not romantic.”
He froze in the bathroom doorway. His arms tightened around her, and her eyes lifted to his. “I love you, Bea.”
She stiffened in his arms.
