Page 69 of Delayed Penalty

His very big, very hard, cock.

“Does this feel like I don’t find you attractive, Avery?” Harris says, his tone edgier than usual and I can tell he’s being serious. “Do you think I’d be this fucking hard for you if I didn’t think you were the sexiest woman in the entire world? Do you think I’d be going out of my mind with you in my bed, desperately trying to figure out what I want to do first because it’s been way too long since I’ve sunk my cock inside your sweet, little pussy?”

“No… I guess not,” I say, trying to sound convincing but it’s hard to believe.

It’s hard to believe a man this attractive thinks I’m hot. That he would want to be here with me instead of some hot model wannabe who probably doesn’t have a single stretch mark.

That’s just not me, especially not while I’m pregnant.

Lifting my chin with the crook of his finger, he forces me to look at him.

“Let me show you. Let me fuck my wife, make love to her and show you just how perfect I think you are while making you feel so good you’ll never want to leave my bed,” he says, desperation in his tone that is just enough for me to agree.

“Okay,” I say quietly—and with that, it’s go time.

Reaching behind him, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the ground, leaning forward and stripping his pants off until he’s completely naked, obviously wasting no time.

Leaning forward, he presses a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling me forward and sliding my shirt off. Then, he reaches behind me and unhooks my bra with a move he’s always been impressively fast at, leaving me in front of him topless, my breasts rounder than before, but instead of being self-conscious, I choose to see the desire in his eyes.

Reflected at me.

“Lift up,” he growls, tapping my hips, and I do. Lifting my hips just enough for him to slide off my pants and underwear.

My clothes haven’t even landed on the ground before he’s on me, one hand moving into my hair as he brings our mouths together in a bruising kiss that’s more of a claiming than affection. Harris is showing me who I belong to, and the way my body is reacting to him, he might be right.

Kissing down my body, he presses open mouth kisses to my belly, looking up at me with so much love.

“This is our baby—who we created. How could I ever think you’re anything less than perfect for growing this inside of you?” he asks incredulously, like it’s the most ignorant thing I could ever say, and I know in that moment he’s telling me the truth.

Filled with emotion, I try to look away, but instead he moves back up to me, kissing me, while one hand moves between my legs as he slides his fingers through my wet heat.

“I need to fuck you. I’m desperate to fuck my wife for the very first time,” he says, and I’m done for.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan, and he just chuckles as he slides two fingers inside me.

“So fucking wet, wife. Do you like the idea of you husband fucking you? Of me claiming you in what should be our bed?”

“Yes,” I moan as he pumps his fingers slowly in and out of me.

“Then tell me you’ll move into this room with me. That you’ll sleep next to me every night like you’re meant to.”

“I—”

“Tell me or I swear to god, Avery, I’ll edge the fuck out of you over and over until you agree. We both know you want to be in here, and we both know we are going to give into this, so let’s just say fuck it and do it already.”

“O-Okay,” I stutter, and I expect to feel anxious, but instead I’m excited.

Slowly sliding his fingers out, Harris climbs back over me with a smile he couldn’t hide if he tried. One hand gripping hiscock, he slides it slowly through my core, coating himself in my wetness, every brush against my clit like little shockwaves of pleasure. Slowly pushing the tip in, he looks down at me, my eyes wide at the intrusion but it feels so good.

“Are you sure?” he says, and I know he doesn’t mean just about moving in. He means about this, about us.

“Yes, Harris. I’m sure,” I say, gripping his hips with my hands and pulling him down toward me, forcing him to slide in just a bit further. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you?—”

“Like I love you? Fucking easy,” he says as he slides deep inside of me, feeding me every last inch of his cock until I’m completely full of him. Pulling back out, he thrusts back in slowly, starting off at a pace that has me desperate.

My hands find his back, searching for purchase as my nails claw down his skin. With every thrust he’s slowly building me up, pushing me inch by inch closer to orgasm, a journey so intense that each thrust in almost too overwhelming.

This man is building my orgasm from scratch, brick by brick he’s putting in the work, teasing my body in only a way he can, his words just as erotic, just as sensual as his touches, together working in tandem to overwhelm my senses as everything works in overdrive.

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