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“Why does God get the credit, when this is all me, Mrs. McClanahan?”

13. Mrs. McClanahan

Lotte

Hethrustintomeso hard that my legs were quivering. My mind was in a mist, and I could only hold onto two thoughts - My name was still Mrs. Charlotte McClanahan, and my husband was fucking me with a reckless abandon that I didn’t know he had. He had always been so gentle, and careful. And he had satisfied me in ways I never imagined! But this… this was so much more!

He thrust again, and it pushed me over the edge. My fingers raked over his back as I tried to pull him closer. I needed more. So much more…

I screamed! It came from somewhere deep in my gut. Somewhere visceral and primitive. Then I felt it. His hot seed spilling inside me with three, desperate jerks. He groaned into my ear, taking the shell between his teeth before he gave me another order.

“Tell me your name.”

“Charlotte McClanahan.”

“Mrs.Charlotte McClanahan,” he corrected.

As I came down from the sweet ecstasy of pleasure, a sudden pain started in my heart. It was like an ink stain in water. Small at first, then growing to contaminate the clear fluid around it, blackening the beauty.

I started to shake my head, knowing that this sudden closeness was temporary. That it might not happen again. That a cruel twist of fate had made me incapable of bearing the children he had been desperate to have. The tears were faster to come. I felt them down my temple, and the tickle of snot hit my nose.

And fuck… he was still inside me.Why did these feelings have to come now?

“Charlotte…” he said my name so sweetly, and it made it all worse. He started to wipe my cheeks, pushing the tears away with his calloused palms.

“Let me go,” I said, trying to turn to my side, but he didn’t budge. He dropped his weight to fully pin me to the mattress.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warned, putting a reprimanding index finger against my nose. “Don’t you dare pull away now. I might have tolerated that before, but not now. Not anymore. I’m not giving you space. I’m not letting you put distance between us,wife.”

He said wife like it was an insult. Or a warning.

“I might not have signed the papers.” Why did his growl make me want to buck against his still half-hard cock in my pussy? “But you could have sent them back and had me fix the problem. You didn’t. Because you don’t want the divorce any more than I do.”

I shook my head. Denial is not only a river in Egypt but was the standard operating procedure in our marriage.

“I got busy… I was starting work with Brett…”

He grabbed my face, his thumb on one cheek, his index finger on the other. He squeezed so hard that I thought he’d leave bruises on my face. And I didn’t hate the feeling.

“Don’teversay anyone else’s name when I’m still inside you!”

I felt the sudden tingle of arousal again as his words danced inside my brain. Good God, where had this possession been through the good years? This possessive, alpha asshole, with his demands in bed?

“Frankly, I’d rather you never say any name but mine for the rest of your life.” He pulled out of me just a little, then thrust back inside. He wasn’t hard, but he was… was he getting hard again? So soon? Before he even pulled out?

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. Just fix it.” Another thrust, and my eyes shut. I swear, his tip was scrambling my guts. My head was in a fog, and each scrape of his shaft threatened to make me lose consciousness.

“I don’t think I can do another round…” How many orgasms had I had? Had I ever had multiples like that? No… I don’t think so. But my mind wasn’t in the right place to truly know…

“I know, wife.” He kissed my nose, then my mouth. He secured my legs against him, then rolled onto his side, never severing our body’s connection. “Sleep.”

“Like… like this?” With him still inside me?

“Just like this.” He snaked his arm under my head, so that my cheek rested on his delt. “It’ll be easier for me, when I need to fill you again.”

He tilted my chin up and kissed me. It wasn’t deep or seductive. Just… possessive. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, his teeth grazing the tender flesh before letting it go.

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