Page 104 of Filthy Player

He was already hard and I wrapped my hand around him, sliding up and down his shaft.

“Shit,” he gasped. “What is it?”

I tilted my head up. “I want a baby, a boy with your blue—”

It was all I got out before I was tossed to my back, and he was on top of me. He kissed me, stealing my words.

“Tomorrow you go off the pill. We start trying right away.” He pressed the tip of him to my center and slid inside.

I kissed his throat as he began moving. “I threw them away tonight,” I admitted.

Beaux would give me anything I ever wanted, and I had no doubt when I knew we were ready to have kids, he’d want to start trying as soon as possible.

“You’re crazy,” he said, laughing and kissing me. “And I fucking love you.”

“Fucking love me? Or love fucking me.”

“Yes.”

I laughed and pressed my mouth to his. “I love you too. Forever.”

We moved, joined together, touching everywhere. His hands clasped around mine and he held me down, pinned me in place, and as we made love, both of us crying out our climaxes at the same time, I’d never felt so utterly, completely, free.

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