Page 23 of Claiming Lily (Claiming 2)

The pleasure seems endless. I pump her full of my spunk until there’s too much for her to hold, and it drips between us, soaking my cock and running down her thighs. The sight of her coated in my seed makes me want to beat my chest. I can’t fucking wait for the day when I’m pumping her full of my cum to make a baby.

Lily falls limp in my arms, her body melting around mine as her head rests on my shoulder. I carry her to the sofa on shaky legs and sink down so she’s straddling my hips, my semi-hard cock still buried inside her.

“I love you,” she whispers, lifting her head to look at me.

“Love you too, sweetheart,” I smile, kissing her softly, deeply. “Did you unpack yet?”

She frowns at my question. “No. Why?”

“Because you may want to add a few more clothes to that suitcase,” I murmur, trailing my lips down her neck as I move my hips beneath her.

Lily gasps as my pelvis bumps against her clit, still sensitive from her orgasm. “Why?”

“Because you’re coming home with me.”

“Callum, I can’t just…” she trails off with a breathy moan as I rake my thumbs across her nipples.

“Can’t what, Angel?” I ask, flexing my hips again as my cock springs back to life. Our mutual juices make my passage easy as I lift her off me slightly and then slide back inside her tight heat.

“No fair!” she moans, even as she rocks her hips against me.

“You should know by now that I don’t play fair where you’re concerned,” I remind her, grinding her against me. “I'm not leaving here until you agree to move in with me, marry me, and have my babies because that hour without you was fucking torture!”

“I missed you, too!” she chokes, arching her back as I cup her breasts to suckle hard on her nipples. “But you should know that Groot and me, we’re a package deal.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less,” I mutter, circling my tongue around a taut peak.

“God, what are you doing to me?” she mewls, clenching around me.

“Is that a yes?” I rasp, propelling her back on the sofa so I’m looming above her. I thrust inside her, pulling out and forcing myself to hold still at her soaked entrance.

“Yes!” she moans. “Please, Cal!”

My thumb finds her clit, rubbing in circles until she cries out. “Please what, Angel?”

“Please fuck me!” she begs, bucking her hips against me, teetering on the edge.

I surge inside her, and she screams, coming instantly. Seconds later, I follow her over the edge, every muscle in my body straining against her as my balls draw up and I empty myself inside her.

I collapse on top of her, and her arms come around me, holding me, enveloping me in her loving embrace. This is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get, in the arms of my own personal angel.

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