Page 107 of Unveiled Wounds

“I’m never going to let you go, Meredith.” He entered my ass with just the tip of his thumb, and I shuddered against his body. “You’re my wife. You have my name. If you think you’re walking away from me, you’re sadly mistaken.”

He released his hold, and it felt like I was crashing down into his lap. He buried his dick within my body, and his thumb filled my ass. Each push in was agony—the burn, the fullness. It was exactly what I had requested.

“This is so good,” I moaned.

“Better than a bed?”

“Try it in a bed, and I’ll tell you.”

“You’re still coherent. I must not be satisfying my wife.” Those words were his own personal challenge, and I was just along for the ride. The muscles in his thighs quaked as he kept the bike steady. It still vibrated from the force I generated every time I slammed down on top of his dick. He’d push up on the next pump, only to hit deep within me as his thumb filled my ass.

I was moaning, groaning, releasing any sound, some of them not recognizable. Grizz made one more swipe of my wet pussy, sticking his finger into my mouth.

“Clean it.”

I did my best, but it was the perfect storm that sent me over the edge, taking Grizz with me.

Losing time, I willed myself back into my body. Grizz was holding me tightly against him. Otherwise, I was afraid I’d fall off the side of the bike. With him still buried deep within me, neither one of us made the move to stand. I wasn’t sure if I could, and he physically couldn’t unless I did first.

“I never thought we’d get here,” I whispered. “I never dreamed my version of perfection would look like this, but it does. It’s my fantasy brought to life, Jonathan.”

“You going to give me another kid, Mer?”

I laughed. “We agreed. If it happens, it happens. Don’t fuck it up like Sabre.”

“I can’t ask you to marry me anymore, so I’ve moved on. It’s my way of making sure you still want me.”

“I always want you.” I tilted my head back, but I couldn’t see his face. “We just show each other love differently.”

He nibbled at my neck, and I giggled at the contact. If I hadn’t called off my wedding, I would have never ended up in the bar that night. Grizz would have never seen me in my wedding dress, and the list went on. I looked up to the sky, now dark, saying a quick prayer. I was a very lucky girl, with a man who loved me like I was his last breath.

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