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I reached around and cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples until they pebbled under my touch. When I pinched them, she gasped—sharp and breathless.
“Let me fuck my come into you,” I growled, pounding into her, deep and unrelenting. “Again… and again… and again.”
Her cries were muffled by the bedding, her fingers clawing at the sheets like she was holding on for dear life. I could feel her fluttering around me—tight, trembling, close.
Her knees gave out, collapsing under the weight of it, but I didn’t stop. I followed her down, adjusting my stance, hauling her hips up to keep the angle just right.
Because I wasn’t done.
I gripped the bed and began to jackhammer into her. Her body jolted beneath me, bouncing back up to meet every brutal thrust. The obscenity of it—wet sounds, slapping flesh, her helpless moans—only made me fuck her harder.
She cried out my name as I angled deeper, higher.
Then she came—and fuck, it was glorious. Her pussy pulsed, clenched, and milked me for everything I had, squeezing so tight it dragged me under with her. My balls ached, my cock throbbed—and then I was spilling into her, hips jerking, come spilling hot and thick into the one place it belonged.
Home.
In her.
In my beautiful pussy.
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That night, I kept my cock inside her long after she fell asleep. I made sure she didn’t move off me.
This was how I planned to sleep for the rest of my days.
Buried deep inside my wife.
The mother of my children.
Juliette Mercer.
Operation Secure the Uterus was closing in on her.
Chapter 16
Juliette
Caffeine was my only friend today. He’d woken me up with more dick at some godforsaken hour.
But it was such good dick.
With every movement, I felt him. With every dull ache, I remembered how wild we were.
It didn’t dampen my need. Oh, no. It made me check the time again and again, counting down the hours until I finished work.
He was picking me up at my apartment so I could inspect his house.
The cheek of him—stealing my spicy books and reading them.
I almost sniggered, but remembered I had children around me.
After a long sip of coffee, I walked around the classroom to see how they were getting on with their phonics exercise.
“Miss Juliette, did you hurt your leg?”
“No, Cassie. Why?”
