Page 229 of The Perfect Wrong

My hips go ballistic, rutting like I’m broken, hurling her deeper into the pleasure zone she’s already entered.

“Harder.Harder,woman,” I growl. “Show me your pussy still sucks every drop of come from my balls.”

And she does.

Goddammit, does sheever.

She becomes the world’s softest, wettest vise wrapped around my dick, and soon she’s not the only one screaming.

I go down bellowing like a fucking madman when I lose it.

My balls tighten. My free hand digs into her shoulder while the other yanks her hair, merging her into me. I root myself as deep as I can while my cock swells, erupts, and lights up every nerve, burying my seed in her depths.

Fucking dynamite.

And the bone-vibrating blast lasts a long time.

Thank fuck it does.

It’s our homecoming, the first of many, many minutes we need to make up when I’ve been away for too long.

When I finally let go and pull away with a reluctant groan, she collapses against the wall, catching herself with her palms stretched against the tile.

It takes us a full heady minute to catch our breath.

Then I reach for her and gently twirl her around to face me again.

Our tongues tangle, dancing and gliding for what feels like an hour under the steady warm patter on our skin.

I take my sweet time grabbing the soap and washing her then, savoring her with every caress, my hands tingling with her sweetness.

When my seed trickles out of her, I grab between her legs and push it back in.

“Keep it in,” I rasp, pressing my forehead to hers. “You need practice.”

“Practice for...?” She gives me a shaky smile, wonder in her eyes.

I don’t answer with words.

The feral look I give her should be enough, and if it isn’t, the way I drag my hand over her lower belly should say the rest.

I want you pregnant like yesterday, princess.

Mine, forever, in a pact of flesh.

I smile, knowing there’ll be a whole lot more where that came from. But if I have her leaking me at all, it’ll be fordays.

“Ever heard of a little patience? They say it goes a long way.” Laughing, she pushes her hands around me and digs her nails into my skin.

“And I say that’s bullshit. Doesn’t go nearly far enough,” I throw back, kissing her soul out again.

Yeah, I’ve fully ascended.

Hell on earth to purgatory to heaven’s highest floor.

Every steaming kiss I steal tells me she’s back.

She’s mine.

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