Page 29 of Winter Memories

Her hands slide into my hair, and she tugs until I follow having no choice but to look down into her half-lidded and desire filled eyes. “I’m clean. I want to feel every jet of your cum,Fletcher. I want you to fill me up. I got the implant after Macklin, so we’re covered.”

I slam my mouth down on hers because I don’t want her to see the disappointment welling up inside of me at the thought of not being able to fill her with my seed and plant a baby in her. At least not today. It’s completely fucking unhinged; and I know it.

Still, I want nothing more.

While gripping the base of my cock and balancing on one arm next to her head, I slide the head of my dick up and down her soaked slit. I tell myself to go slow when I notch myself at her entrance. But the moment I start to push inside of her, all rational thought flies out the window.

I punch my hips forward, filling her in one, hard movement. Her body tenses underneath me, but she doesn’t scream. No, the strangled, needy moan coming from her throat is filled with encouragement and passion which has long been denied and pent up.

Her tight, slick walls give way under the intrusion and her pussy opens up to accept me.

We breathe together as I start to move. Every movement is pure fucking torturous bliss. Being inside of her feels even better than it did all those years ago.

Her body is curvy and supple. I can see the evidence of her carrying her son, the little boy I consider mine even though we don’t share blood, and it’s only made her sexier. She has no idea, but I’m going to show her.

Her whimpers and mewls are music to my fucking ears as she clings to me, her body encouraging mine to give her exactly what she wants and needs.

“Oh yes,” she groans, “just like that. Don’t stop,” her words are breathless, and I can barely hear them over my ragged breaths and the beating of my heart.

“Never,” I snarl.

I watch as her perfect fucking tits bounce with every thrust, our bodies moving together an erotic dance which has never felt so good or so right before.

When I reach between us and press my thumb against her clit, a pretty pink blush works its way up her chest and neck toward her cheeks. She’s trying to hold off, but she’s close. Too close to stop now.

My hips move faster, and I fuck her harder, wanting to leave my mark on her, wanting her to feel me for days.

“Gonna fill you with my cum, Eden. You’re pretty little body is going to take every single fucking drop,” I growl.

Her mouth opens in a perfect ‘o’, her eyes fixated on mine as her walls tighten and her thighs shake. She sucks in a breath, holding it, and comes. I feel every ripple of her pussy, every squeeze of her walls.

“So tight and so fucking wet. That’s right,” I encourage her, “milk my dick.”

It’s too much. And not enough.

We have so much time to make up for and this is just the beginning. I don’t think the rest of our lives is enough time for me to get my fill of her.

Her body coaxes mine and my spine tingles as my balls draw up. With a grunt, I tip my head back and clench my jaw, hoping to last just a little bit longer because I’m not ready for this to beover. When Eden leans up and nips at my chest, her little teeth giving me just a hint of pain, I unravel.

I howl out her name, my muscles tightening as I unload into the depths of my woman.

We’re messy and gulping air as we stare at each other. When I roll onto my back, I take her with me, my cock softening but still inside of her for now.

If I had my way, I would live inside of her for the rest of my life.

My hands slide up and down her back as we bask in the feeling of being together, of being connected.

“I’m never letting you go, Eden,” I promise.

“Good,” she sleepily responds before she yawns.

In a moment I’ll get her cleaned up and then tucked into bed so I can wrap myself around her and make sure she’s safe all night. Fuck, I’ll probably wake her up in just a few hours to have her again. And again.

She’s mine and I’m never letting her go.

CHAPTER 12

EDEN

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