Page 24 of Claimed By the Sailor

I began to move and set a steady pace, fucking her fast and hard. I couldn’t seem to get close enough, deep enough. I wanted to be so connected that it wasn’t possible to tell where she ended and I began.

I slipped my hands under her knees and unlocked her legs from around me. Then I pushed them up toward her chest and opened them wide. The new angle allowed me to slide in so far that I bumped her cervix.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I rasped. “That’s it, baby. Tilt that tight little pussy and let me all the way in. Fuck, yes! Fuck!”

“Silas!” Phoebe called out as her inner muscles contracted around me. “I-I…need…”

“I know what you need, baby,” I growled. “And you’re gonna get it. For the rest of your life.”

There was no control left. I slammed in and out of her channel like a man possessed. When she began to tremble, and I felt a telltale tingling at the base of my spine, I knew I would last much longer. “Come, baby,” I demanded. “Come with me. I want to feel your pussy squeezing the fuck out of my dick, milking my cock as I fill you with my come.”

Phoebe slammed her head back against the mattress and screamed as violent shudders wracked her body. The spasms massaged my shaft as I exploded inside her, sucking out what I thought was every drop. But as we both spiraled down, I realized I was still hard as a fucking baseball bat. I captured Phoebe’s wrists and secured them in one of my hands above her head. Then I used the other to feed myself her tits as I picked up my pace again and pounded into my woman, knocking the headboard into the wall.

“I can’t,” Phoebe gasped. “Silas! Don’t stop! Oh yes! Yes!”

It didn’t take long to drive her back up, and I slipped a hand between us to rub her bundle of nerves. “Give me another one, Phoebe,” I ordered. “Let me see you fall apart in my arms, baby.”

I pinched her clit, and she shattered, screaming my name as I followed her over the edge.

“Oh fuck, Phoebe! Fuck!” I bellowed as I spurted endless amounts of hot seed into her womb.

It could have been an hour—or maybe even days—but eventually, our breathing evened out as our rapidly beating hearts slowed to a steady rhythm. All I really knew was that I was fucking exhausted, and I’d be content to lay there with Phoebe in my arms forever.

I held her against me as I rolled onto my back. She ended up sprawled across my body, and I was still buried inside her while our mixed arousal leaked from her pussy.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I didn’t use a condom.”

Phoebe raised her head and rolled her eyes at me. “When have you ever?”

She had a point. We’d been so caught up in each other that I’d forgotten to use protection all weekend. Not that I’d really made an effort to remember…

“Whatever happens, I’ll take care of you. I love you more than anything, and I would be over the moon to start a family with you.”

Phoebe’s face flushed red, but she was practically glowing as she aimed a giant smile my way. “I’d like that, too.”

“Great,” I replied matter-of-factly. “If I haven’t already knocked you up, I’ll get to work on that as soon as I find the energy.”

Phoebe snickered and wiggled her hips. “Feels like you’re already up to the task,” she sassed.

I grinned and hugged her tight to my body. “Fuck, I love you.”

“Love you too, sailor.”

EPILOGUE

PHOEBE

“Wow,” I breathed as Silas ushered me through the front doors of the boutique hotel where we would spend the weekend. Just the two of us, for the first time since we’d had Samuel thirteen months ago.

“Good job, baby.” He slid his hand from my lower back to my hip as he moved to stand next to me. “This place is fucking incredible.”

A night at this hotel normally ran upward of six hundred dollars for a regular room, but our stay was being comped. The owners were new clients of my employer, and my boss had assigned me to their marketing team.

Getting pregnant so soon after starting my job had worried me, but my boss had been so understanding. She even threw me a baby shower in the office, where my coworkers all gave me a paid day off from their bank in lieu of gifts. I had been so touched that I’d bawled my eyes out, thanks to all the pregnancy hormones.

When I returned from my three months of maternity leave, she told me to expect a promotion within the next year and happily handed over several clients for me to work with on my own. I advanced to my new position last week, and along with the raise came additional clients. Luckily, it had been just in time to land this hotel since the perks were unbeatable…and I wanted to fully enjoy them while I could.

When we approached the registration desk, the man at the computer looked up and flashed us a smile. Unfortunately, his gaze then locked on my chest—and the boobs that had never returned to their original size after I gave birth to our son. Leveling a glare at the guy, Silas wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tugged me to his side. I thought he was just going to give the employee heck for daring to ogle me, but after he growled, “Keep your eyes to yourself,” he led me over to the woman working at the far end of the counter.

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