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“Tell me,” he urges, tipping his chin.
“Spit on me,” I moan.
His eyes flash and he pulls back, spitting on my clit. The shock of it hitting me makes me jerk, before sending my clit into a deep, desperate throb.
“Please,” I beg.
He leans back over me, one hand grasping the base of his cock. He taps the broad head against my clit, before moving it in circles, rubbing his spit all over me.
“How badly do you want to get fucked, Mrs. Grant?”
I shiver at the way my new name sounds coming from his mouth.
“Until you’re running down my thighs.” I bite my lip, blinking up at him, relief blooming in my chest as I see the moment he snaps behind his eyes.
I don’t think I could have waited a second longer.
He pushes inside me with a rough curse, and I exhale with a satisfied moan as I stretch around him. We stare at each other, our chests rising, skimming each other with each breath.
“I love you,” Jet murmurs, softness passing through his eyes briefly.
“I love you, too.”
“We’re having a baby,” he chokes.
“I know.”
“A baby,” he repeats in awe. “When did you find out?”
“Only this morning.”
He nods and drops his gaze to the swell of my breasts as he pulls back and thrusts inside me. They bounce with his movement, and he does it again, his eyes fixated on them.
“Fuck, I wish I could suck on your tits, Ava,” he groans.
“Me, too,” I moan, arching them up toward his mouth even though my dress is fastened too tight to be able to get it off easily and allow him access.
He dips his head, sucking on the swell of my other breast not quite hard enough to leave any evidence.
“You know if we didn’t have to go back into our wedding after this, that you’d be wearing my markall over you,” he rasps into my neck as he moves his mouth up it in nipping kisses.
“I know.” I lean to the side, allowing him easier access to where my pulse is thundering in my neck. He sucks on it, making me whimper.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.”
He lifts his head, resting his forehead against mine.
“Good.” He thrusts inside me again. “Girl.”Thrust.“Good.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Wife.”
He moves up onto arms and slams into me, building up a pace that has us both panting and gasping for air.
“You’re going to go back out there to our guests with your husband’s cum running down your thighs. What do you think about that?”
“Do it,” I urge.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He tsks, thrusting so deep that his balls hit my skin each time with a solid thud. “Cutting the cake while you feel me dripping from your cunt. Full of my cum… Full of our baby.”
