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“I am going to fuck you and compliment you as often as you need so you know you’re loved and appreciated.” I raise my head and look into her face. Her head is thrown back, she’s breathing hard, and moving beneath me in time with my thrusts. “My clever girl, look how good at this you are. Figured out how to work with me to make it better for both of us. I love you so much. I will spoil you non-stop.”
I reach up and stroke her hair and her flecked eyes gleam with gold.
“I’d like that.” She’s smiling.
“So will I, sweet one. I’m going to enjoy showing you how loved you are. Speaking of which, again,” I demand. “Get there again for me, good girl.”
“I can’t, I can’t.”
“You can.” My voice is stern, but the way she gasps makes me think that’s alright. “Keep your hands there.”
“I just need you to come too, Rafe, I want you to feel as good as you’ve made me.”
“I will, I promise. After you’ve done your job, my love, andcome for me.” I don’t mean to sound so commanding, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I don’t know how I’m lasting when she’s all tight wet heat, soft skin, and shelovesme.
With my fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head in place as I kiss her, I cram my hand between our bodies. We’re both sheened with sweat from the exertion—and her from the orgasms—but I get to what I need. Her slippery folds, and the little nub hidden within.
Her response is gratifyingly swift. One stroke and she cries out, another and she’s shaking, and then all I have to do is ease her through the climax and resist the way she’s pulsing around my cock. I hold on, relishing her pleasure but keeping it separate to mine as I fuck her slowly, languid as a summer tide and tell her she’s doing well. That she’s my best girl, and I love her.
And this time, I think she believes it, body and soul. She watches me, eyes open as she comes, gloriously confident in revealing herself to me.
But unlike the last time, I’m not so patient. I’ve held out long enough.
“I’m naked, in you raw, sweetheart,” I say, even as she’s still fluttering with pleasure.
She lets out a moan that surges right to my cock. I can feel a release building at the base of my spine, threatening to tip over.
“Last chance before I make you pregnant and mine forever.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours.” She nods, eager, and every possessive instinct in me brightens at her words. “I want it all. Please.”
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“That’s it,” he murmurs comfortingly as another wave of pleasure crashes over me. “So good. You did so well.” He presses his mouth to my forehead in a tender kiss. “Just one more and then you’re done.”
WHAT?
“One more?” I squawk, finding my voice.
“Yes.” My soothing lover is gone again, and my demanding boss has returned.
I missed him. I love both. His gentle side and his grumpy, abrupt side. Now that I know how to read him better, after he’s let me in, I realise all the things that he did which showed his love. The way he wanted to be with me, talk with me.
“Rafe!” This is positive reinforcement gone mad.
“You want me to breed you.” It’s not quite a question from my boss. It’s a growling demand for my surrender.
“Yes! I want you to breed me. Please. Fill me up. But I don’t need to—”
“My sweet girl,” he groans as he thrusts into me, fingers pinching into my hips. “I can’t wait to see you have my child. Our child. One more, and I will breed you. Once you’ve come for me again.”
The honesty between us is heady as the first sip of alcohol. I don’t have to hide with Rafe, and finally, I understand him. Months of avoidance and concealing our feelings—our love—and now it’s all bare. Our skin, yes, but the smile on his face lights his blue eyes in a way I couldn’t have imagined. He’s gorgeous. A bit bristly, grumpy, craggy, my beautiful silver fox.
The sensation of him inside me, fucking into me, is all-encompassing. I’m helpless, taking what he’s giving, barely able to hold myself up and literally that’s all I’m asking my four limbs to do right now, and that’s way too much, apparently.
I shake and collapse as he makes me come again, the pleasure so overwhelming I can’t think.
