Page 28 of The Big Scoop

I’d burst into tears when I saw it, then started sobbing when I saw the ring.

“Yes!” I’d exclaimed immediately.

I glanced over at it now, a tasteful stone gleaming in the candlelight of our bedroom as Harrison did his best to fuck me stupid. I was already close, and when Harrison leaned down and put his lips around my ear, I went over the edge.

“I’m coming!” I cried out as my body took over.

My legs shook and I plunged my face into the pillow to muffle my screams. Harrison buried his inches inside me, pressing his balls against my clit and holding onto me with his powerful grip as my pussy clamped down on him and the waves of pleasure rolled through me.

“Mmm, I love watching my wife come,” he growled.

We’d gotten married on the coast. My parents had flown in from San Diego and stayed with us for two weeks. My dad and Harrison got along extremely well and had taken up skeet shooting, which it turned out they’d both done as kids. That was something I’d never known about my dad.

My mom, who was shy around new people, was even starting to open up to him, and Harrison had made the enormous sacrifice of baking an apple pie with her in an attempt to get to know her. They’d made two. My mom’s had been perfect, while Harrison’s had been…well, let’s just say it was an honest effort.

They’d flown back to San Diego for the winter, but Harrison and I were going to visit them in a week and spend some time at Pacific Beach and head up to Los Angeles for a few days. Harrison had a house in Beverly Hills that I hadn’t seen yet that he wanted to show me.

My piece on the Derby town corruption had gone national for a few days and brought me a lot of fantastic job offers, and once the baby came and I was back to feeling ready to work, I was going to be a correspondent for the New York Times! I honestly couldn’t believe where my life was now or just how happy I was about the fact that I was going to be a mother.

A lot of girls in school had talked about prioritizing their careers over having a family, and for a while I’d believed that too. But then I’d met Harrison and all that changed.

Don’t get me wrong, I was still going to be a reporter and go after big stories, but I wasn’t about to let my job get in the way of raising my child and spending time with my husband. Harrison shared my sentiment and had already started delegating a lot more so he and I could be together more.

Yeah, my life was pretty much perfect—and so was the sex.

“I can feel how wet you are, baby. And how tight your pussy is. God, you drive me wild.”

“You make me come so hard,” I moaned back. “How do you do it?”

“How could I not?” he replied as he started thrusting again, slow and passionate, working me back up from the orgasm he’d just given me.

“I love how fucking wet you get for me. I love how curvy and sexy you are. I just want to be inside you all goddamn day.”

“So do it,” I replied, reaching behind me and pulling his mouth to mine.

He pulled me onto my side so we were spooning and grabbed my breast and squeezed.

“I love how you fuck me,” I whispered into his lips.

“And I love making you come,” he replied. “You make me want to shoot my load into you.”

“So do it,” I repeated as I worked my hips and started fucking him back. “Fuck me, baby.”

His hand caressed the curves of my belly as he sta

rted to pick up the pace. His cock was thick and hard inside me, still stretching me open like it always did. I could feel it swell to the point of no return and knew he was getting close.

Somehow I was already almost there again, and I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his and sucked his tongue with a lustful hunger. His hand gripped my body like he owned me and when his dick flexed and I felt the first shot of his cum spray inside me—hot and powerful—I cried out and went over the edge with him.

Our bodies shook together as we came, crashing together over the waves of ecstasy that enveloped us both. I cried out into his mouth and grabbed ahold of him with one arm while I clutched the bed with the other.

Warm ropes of his seed pumped into me, coating my insides as we rocked together, and he drained his balls into my pussy until finally we both started to come down together, panting like we’d just run a race together.

Neither of us pulled away. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to be inside me all day, and I wasn’t lying when I told him to do it.

“Your pussy is like a drug,” he finally whispered. “And I’m fucking addicted.”

“Mmm, well, your cock makes me forget who I am sometimes,” I giggled.

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