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ROWAN

She wants to lie. I can see it in her face. She swallows hard, her throat moving, and it takes everything in me not to start to fuck her again. I could be hard again in a matter of seconds for her, I know that.

And I know I felt her come.

To her credit, she doesn’t lie. She doesn’t say anything at all. She just looks up at me calmly, clearly waiting for me to slip out of her so she can go about her night. Instead, I stay where I am for a moment, savoring the feeling of her wet heat wrapped around my softening cock, the feeling of her wetness and mine mingling and soaking my flesh.

I’ve never been inside of a woman bare before, never fucked anyone without a condom. I’ve never come inside a woman without that barrier between us, never felt the exquisite pleasure of that heat sinking into my naked flesh as I fill her with my cum.

It felt so fucking good. Better than I ever imagined. I linger above her, feeling the sensation of myself inside of her, raw and primal and utterly connected with nothing else between us.

I don’t ever want it to fucking end.

I slide out, slowly, and I see the soft exhale of air between her lips. I look down at her swollen, pink pussy, my cock twitching at the sight, and I see my thick white cum pearling between her soft folds. I reach down, sliding my fingers against her flesh as I collect it on my fingertips and push it back inside of her, and Genevieve stiffens, her eyes narrowing as I feel her pussy clench around my fingers.

“Just making sure that we don’t waste a drop,” I murmur, thrusting my fingers slowly inside of her, pushing my cum inside of her as deeply as I can. “Wouldn’t want to have to do this too often, right?”

The look she gives me is murderous. My cock twitches, swelling, and I lean over her again, my gaze meeting hers as I angle my already hardening cock against her dripping entrance. “Actually,” I murmur, my gaze sweeping over her stubbornly set face, down to her plush lips. “I think my cock can do a better job of keeping it all in you better than I ever could, lass.”

There’s no argument she can make when I start to push myself inside of her again, a groan slipping from my lips at the feeling of her tight heat clenching around me for the second time tonight. Tonight is one of the nights when I get to have her, and fucking her again only gets us closer to the goal that we both want.

Her pregnant with my child.

The thought only makes me harder, something primal and feral clicking on in my brain at the thought of her carrying my child, at the thought of making herminein that way. The fact that she’ll leave afterward doesn’t seem to register while I’m inside of her, thrusting into her tight depths again and again as white-hot pleasure ripples down my spine.

“Come for me again, lass,” I murmur as I sink into her, feeling sweat gather at the base of my neck. It’s taking everything in me not to lean in and kiss her, to touch her breasts, to slide my hands over every inch of her skin. It feels strange for us to only be connected at this one point, my cock gliding in and out of her as if that is somehow less intimate than my touch anywhere else on her body.

“I didn’t—” Her jaw clamps shut as I meet her gaze with a narrow, knowing look. She looks away from me, her lips pressed together, but I can feel her muscles tensing. I can feel her getting closer with each thrust, feel the twitch of her hips, the shudder running through her body. She might pretend she doesn’t care, that she’s detached, that she doesn’t want the pleasure. But she does. And I feel a rush of satisfaction knowing that I made her come despite her best efforts.

Leaning forward, I rest my hips against hers, changing the angle. My pelvis rubs against her clit with each stroke like this, and Genevieve’s eyes snap open, flicking accusingly to mine. “Rowan,” she hisses, but it comes out on a moan as I grind into her, rubbing against her swollen clit. I smirk as I thrust again, and the look she gives me could draw blood.

“I’m only doing what feels good for me, lass,” I murmur innocently. “Don’t you want me to get it over with? The sooner I come in your tight, perfect pussy, the sooner I fill it up, the sooner this can all be?—”

“Fuck you,” she hisses, and her head falls back, her lips pressing tightly together as I feel her start to shudder, her fingers clawing into the blankets. “Fuck?—”

Another orgasm ripples through her, her pussy tightening around my cock, and I can feel that I’m on the edge again, too. I thrust once more, sinking into the hilt as I feel her squeeze around me like wet velvet, and then that pleasure races down my spine, cum spilling from my throbbing cock as I fill her for the second time tonight.

As the orgasm ebbs, I don’t slide out right away. Instead, I reach down, shifting her so that I’m lying behind her, my cock still buried inside. Genevieve lets out a noise of protest, but I grip her hip firmly, holding her in place.

“Just so there’s a better chance?—”

“Sure.” Her voice is flat. “I already know your tricks, Rowan Gallagher.”

“And here we’ve only been married three days.” I look at her, resisting the urge to brush my lips below her ear, to push a piece of hair out of her face. I can feel myself softening inside of her, and I’m loath to let myself slip out. It feels too good, being buried inside of her.

“How long are you fertile?” I murmur, my voice low, and Genevieve sighs, her voice sleepy as she responds.

“Six days.”

My cock twitches. I close my eyes, anticipation surging through me.

The next six days are about to be the best of my entire fucking life, as far as I’m concerned.

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For the next six days,I fuck her every single night. And every single one of those nights, she doesn’t waver in her commitment to the rules she’s set out. Missionary-style only, just my cock inside of her, no kissing or foreplay. I can’t go down on her, she doesn’t go down on me. I can’t touch her breasts or her clit or any other part of her that I’m dying to stroke or taste—the only way I can touch her is with my cock, buried inside of her as I fuck her like a man dying of thirst who’s only allowed drops of water at a time.

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