Page 25 of Claimed By Priest

“That is not funny.”

“It was. Just a little,” she chuckles, clutching her stomach as her body shakes with laughter. “No, I just promised to introduce them to some of my single friends from my college.” I shake my head, nodding at the small box seated on the ground, and she jumps up, grabs my hand, and pulls me down on the blanket before reaching for the box. “I have an even bigger surprise for you.”

“What is it?” I ask, tugging at the wrapping to see what’s inside. I pull out a neatly folded piece of paper and read through it.

“I’m pregnant,” she says excitedly. “I just found out yesterday, and I’ve been holding it in. I was thinking, I’ll take a break from college after I have the baby, maybe take some of my classes from home, and . . .”

Her voice trails off, and the smile on her face falls when her eyes connect with mine.

“What?” I ask, my brows drawn in confusion.

“You don’t look surprised by the news,” she says. “You knew?”

Fuck, I must not have the best poker face when it comes to her.

“I did,” I say, dropping the box to pull her onto my lap. “I was waiting for you to tell me.”

“But how . . . how did you find out before me?”

“Because I know you,” I whisper, brushing my finger over her jaw and down her chest. “Your boobs have been tender and swollen lately, more sensitive when I touch you.” Her cheeks flame, but I don’t let her look away, cupping her breasts over her dress, and true to my words, she lets out a shudder, her nipples pebbling and pushing hard against the material. “You’ve definitely become hornier than ever before. Haven’t you noticed how often we have sex lately, with you waking me up at odd hours of the night to ride my dick? Yesterday, you made me stop my bike in the middle of the road for sex.”

“Oh, God!” she cries, covering her face with the palms of her hands.

“I don’t even have to touch you to get you all slicked up for my cock. You’re always so wet.”

“Stop talking, please,” she begs, but she’s leaning into my touch when I snake my hand under her dress and yank her panties down her thighs. Her lips part on a gasp when I tear her panties off and toss them over my shoulder.

“Fine, let me show you then,” I say, rubbing my middle finger over her damp folds, her sex already slick and trembling when I push my thick digit into her. I let out a groan when her walls lock tightly around my finger, pulsing needily around it. “Fuck, baby. Look how tight and needy you are for me.”

Her eyes lock with mine, and there is so much desire in those perfect blues, for a second, I lose myself in them. Her hips start moving, rocking slowly over my thick digit, the wet heat around my digit sending my cock leaking with the need to replace it.

“Oh, Daddy. Need you now,” she whimpers, her breathing growing more labored by the second and hips moving feverishly over mine.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you now, princess,” I say harshly, drawing my finger out of her to work on my zipper. My cock is swollen and throbbing hard when I finally lay her back on the blanket and guide my heavy shaft into her sex, driving hard into her tight wet pussy, her moan mingling with my deep groan.

“Ah, harder, Daddy!”

I wrap my arm under her thigh and lift it to my hip before driving into her pulsing heat with a heavy grunt. The way our bodies move together, from the slap of our connecting flesh to the beautiful sounds she makes, draws me deeper into her web.

Two years of loving this woman, and I am as obsessed with her as I was the first day I met her, if not more. I thought putting a ring on her finger would rein in the possessive bastard in me, but all it’s done is make things worse.

I’m addicted to this girl.

I don’t see that changing any time soon. Ever.

“Mine!” I growl as I pound into her harder, drinking up her broken cries and flushed face. My lovely wife—and soon, the mother of my children. She is so fucking perfect and all mine!

“So close, Daddy,” she sobs, thrashing fervently when I reach between us to pet her swollen clit with my thumb, the slippery friction sending her over the edge with a scream that no doubt scares the birds from the trees close by.

I swallow her cries when I press my lips to hers just as my balls erupt, and everything around us blurs as I spill my seed into her. “I love you, princess,” I breathe against her lips, rocking my cock into her as she milks me with her pulsing sex.

“God, you’re right,” she heaves, wrapping her arms weakly around my shoulders when I drop down on top of her. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize just how much I’ve grown to crave this. I still . . .”

I push up a bit to meet her eyes, mirth no doubt dancing in mine. “You want to go again?”

Her cheeks and neck flush a deeper shade of red as she looks away, but I can read the truth in her eyes. I could get used to my insatiable little wife—a challenge I fully accept.

“Maybe,” she says with a giggle, offering her lips for a kiss, and I am too weak to resist. To everyone else, I am the dangerous president of the largest and most powerful motorcycle club in Austin, but to Sky, I am simply a man smitten with his wife.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

~The End

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