Page 111 of Love Me

“Mark me, let me wear the proof of what I do to you.”

“Kaden…” Her head falls back. I graze my teeth over her neck. Satisfaction pumps through me at her inability to form words. I don’t need them, anyway. I know what my girl needs.

“You feel fucking perfect, baby.”

“You’re so deep.”

“I want you to feel me for days.”

She drags her nails down my back, biting into my chest. Carnal frenzy takes over. Our hips roll and meet in a savage rhythm. She squeezes me so well, her pussy so fucking tight. My vision blackens from the potent rapture.

A low groan rumbles in my throat. Skin slapping, our mouths clash together in a passionate kiss. She’s the most exquisite drug, custom-made to give me the greatest high.

Pleasure overtakes her features––a pouty mouth, eyes glazed over, a rosy complexion. My hand snakes down her ass, and I trace her asshole with my thumb. She sucks in a breath.

“Can’t wait to take this too. Would you let me?”

“I would,” she says in a shaky voice.

“Such a good girl who’d let my cock defile her.”

I dip my thumb inside. She clenches lightly, but I caress her back in soothing strokes.

“Relax, baby. It’s me…”

Body coiled tight, she kisses me so hard, teeth and tongue collide.

I am barely holding on. The pleasure is too intense.

“Celine? I love you, baby.”

“Strange way to defile me.” She giggles and I slap her wet ass hard enough for an echo to bounce off the shower walls.

“Smart ass. Now, let me see how beautifully you fall apart for me again.”

With my thumb in her tight hole and my cock buried to the hilt inside of her, she explodes. I brace my hand on the shower wall and spill inside her, marking her too.

We breathe fast, chests heaving. She closes her eyes for a moment, sighing contentedly, looking so adorable.

I pump a few more times until I slip out and place her down.

Seeing our cum trailing down her thigh makes me want to beat my chest like a damn Neanderthal.

I chuckle. “You really want me to get you knocked up, huh?”

She sighs, her eyes turning sad. I kiss her cheek, wanting to erase that look that twists my insides.

“I can’t get pregnant, so…”

The sadness in her voice hits me first, followed by her words.

Still in shock, she sidesteps me and wraps a towel around her body, gripping the sink. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and she says, “But there is a slight chance. And I would rather take that any time… with you.”

The last part resurrects everything in me. All the shit I went through is pulverized by her words.

“If we don’t get to become parents, nothing will change on my end. I need you. You, Celine. A lifetime with you would be more than good enough for me.”

“I know it’s stupid, but I have this idea in my head that my chances are dimming with every year that passes. I had one surgery already. It won’t be the last.”

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