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“You like that? You like the way I fuck you, don’t you? No one fucks my pretty kitty like I do.”

“Oh…”

Holding her hips, thrusting wildly into her tight body, I watch as her tits bounce with each drive into her. I try to slow my pace, enjoying the heavy glide of my cock dragging through her wet channel, but I know I’ll never last seeing her all tied up, giving herself to me. I stop momentarily to suck on her nipples again before resuming the delicious pounding.

I’m so fucking hard right now, but I can feel my balls starting to draw up as I watch those pink, firm nipples bouncing beneath me. This woman’s body has me completely mesmerized. Spreading my legs wider to give better leverage to ram into her, I begin to flick the pad of my thumb over her clit in synchrony with my thrusts.

“Oh, Nick. I’m… I’m…

“Give it to me, kitten. I need to feel you milking me,” I encourage as I continue to rub circles around her tiny swollen nub. She’s so close. I angle my hips and place both hands flat on the bed on either side of her head, so I can grind more forcefully into her.

“Oh, god,” she squeals as her climax takes over and her body starts to thrash.

The sight of her giving in to her rapture, arms tied to the bed over her head, her body laid out for me, sends a jolt of electricity from the base of my spine to the tip of my dick.

Bending down, so I’m skin to skin, I growl in her ear, “Are you ready, kitten? You ready for Daddy to fill Mommy full of come?”

“Oh, please, Nick, please,” she cries.

“I fucking love it when you beg for me,” I pant as I pound relentlessly into her willing body. Lifting her legs, so they’re wrapped around my hips, I rut into her five more times before I still and feel spurt after spurt tear through me. A sound akin to thunder bounces around the room, and I realize it’s the echo of my groans reverberating about the space.

I can’t help but collapse on top of her as my breathing slows, and I try to catch my breath.

“Nick?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t fall asleep.”

“Why? Are you hungry now?” I laugh.

“No. I can’t feel my arms.”

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

Kat

Rubbing my wrists, I giggle, trying to comfort Nick.

“Babe, I didn’t mean to-”

“Stop. You didn’t hurt me.” I laugh. “I’d just been in that position for a while and was afraid if you got too comfortable, I’d lose all feeling in them.”

Nick rubs his hands over the indentations in my skin, occasionally stopping to place gentle kisses there. A crease appears between his brows. Is that a worry line?

“Please come here,” I beg. “I’m not hurt at all. I’m the exact opposite. God, I love it when you get like that.”

An obvious look of relief washes over him, and he bends to bury his face in my neck. “Jesus, Kat. I had no idea sex could be this good. You… I’m so fucking lucky.”

I squeeze him tighter against my trembling, sweaty body and realize he’s right. We’re both very lucky. I shouldn’t want for more.

“Can I confess something without you judging me too harshly?”

My breath catches in my throat at this remark. “Of course.”

“Is it terrible I wish the kids weren’t coming home ’til tomorrow?”

I let out a chuckle, relieved he wasn’t going to share some devastating news after the pleasurable evening we’ve had so far. I just don’t have the energy for any more trouble this weekend. “No. I think we need to find a way to build more child-free overnights into our schedule,” I say, dragging my nails down his broad, muscular back. “I think it makes us better parents when we’re happy.” Leaning back, he looks down at me with such reverence. I love it but can’t help adding, “but if the mood you were in yesterday continues to let them score game systems, I think they’d argue that point.”

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