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“My girl was ready. Give me everything, Mel. Make me yours.”
She starts to move up and down, and I place my hands under her ass and take over the work, thrusting into her.
“Yes, Linc. Harder.” I shift down the mattress to give myself more room and drive into her harder.
“Don’t stop.” Her hands grab onto the headboard above me. “Please don’t stop.”
She’s so wet and tight that it doesn’t take long before I feel the spark moving down my spine and my balls tighten. “Shit, I’m going to come, Mel. Holy fuck.”
“Come for me, Linc. This pussy is yours, fill it.”
Jesus, the things that come out of this woman’s mouth.
I change to more shallow movements, praying I can get her there with me. I get my answer when I feel her nails in my chest, my sign that she’s close. I keep going and finally hear her saying my name, and I let myself go. We both come, and I swear I feel like I’m going to burst through my skin. I feel it throughout my entire body. I feel her pulsing around me, hear her moans and her sounds.
I open my eyes to see her satiated and still rocking on my dick. I sit up and wrap my arm around her, laying her down on her side. When I slide out, I see my cum escaping to her thigh. I gather it on my finger and push it back inside of her.
She hums. “What are you doing down there? I need a minute.”
“What I would do if I got you pregnant on purpose.”
“The things that come out of your mouth sometimes.”
I lay down beside her, eye to eye, and take her hand. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I’ve wanted to hear those words from you for so long. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but I didn’t want to push you away. But you need to know you’re it for me, Mel.”
“I felt the same way. I didn’t want to mess up what we had.”
“Promise me, from now on, you’ll tell me what you’re feeling. I don’t want to miss any more moments with you.”
“As long as you promise me the same. No more holding back.”
I grin. “You’re going to be sick of me.”
She laughs. “Give me all you got, pretty boy.”
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Melonie
Iwake up in Linc’s arms. He’s curled around me with his hand on my stomach, softly snoring. I’ve never felt so content and safe in a man’s arms before. I feel like I’m exactly where I belong. Like I’m home.
My stomach flips as I realize I was nervous about these four walls around us feeling like home, when in actuality, all I needed was Linc to make it feel that way.
I shift to lower my legs to the floor, because of course I can’t sleep more than four or five hours without having to wake up to use the restroom.
“Mel?”
“Hey. I just have to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay.”
I go to the bathroom, wash my hands, and return to bed. I back up against Linc’s chest, and he wraps his arm around me again.
“This is the perfect Sunday morning.”
