Page 64 of Fate on the Ice

The sound causes a growl to escape my throat. Sweat forms on my forehead, my back tingles, and my balls draw up. I’m close. I could come right now, but I want to feel her pussy squeeze me first. I need her to come before me. My woman always comes first, even if it’s fucking painful for me.

“I want more babies with you, Otto.”

My lips curve into a grin, and I lean forward, touching my mouth to hers. I don’t deepen the kiss, but my hips continue to move, my pelvis grinding with each stroke. Fucking perfection, my woman.

“Then more babies I’ll give you, honey.”

“Maybe we can wait until these ones can walk?” she asks on a moan.

“Whatever you want, honey. Whatever you fucking want.”

Slamming my mouth against hers, I swallow her cries of pleasure as she comes. Her cunt squeezes my cock and draws my release from my own body. She swallows my moans. And together, we find our pleasure in one another, not just physically but emotionally as well.

Grace Larsson is my wife, the mother of my children, my lover, and, most of all, my world. From the moment she walked into my life, she has been everything. She has been my everything.