Page 26 of Wife Project

“Mister. Say, this is real, Mister.”

Her breath hitches. “This is real, Mister.”

I thrust into her, all the way deep. “You’re mine, Clover. This is real. This is forever. I want you every way I can have you. And I want everything with you.”

“B-babies?” She arches beneath me. I imagine she’s trying to get comfortable on my cock. Only the second time she’s taken one into her body and I’m already talking about filling her with my seed.

“Yes.” My pulse is pounding. “God damn it, Clover. You’re so tight. You feel so good. I need you to come.”

I snap my hips back, thinking I’ll go down on her, get her another orgasm before I lose it inside her, but she wraps her legs around my hips.

“With me,” she breathes. “I’m close, Mister. If you come inside me, I think…”

I pin her wrists to the bed and surge into her again. “You want me to fill you up? Will you come if I put a baby in you, mmm?”

“Yes, Rufus, yes!”

“I’ll make you my wife,” I growl. “I’ll make you my whole god damn life.”

She cries out and I snap my hips forward, burying my cock deep inside her, all the way to her womb, and my first spurt of release explodes up my shaft.

I keep fucking her as she stares up at me, her pussy tightening, tightening, tightening until she curls up against my chest and goes still.

And then I feel her cunt squeeze me. One long, hard pulse, then more, squeezes that keep going as my orgasm finishes. She holds me inside her for a long stretch, until my pulse falls back to normal.

Then she collapses back. “Oh my God.”

“Good girl,” I murmur. I press her legs apart, needing to see that she’s okay—and wanting to see what I’ve done.

Her sex is swollen, pink on the edge of red, and when I touch her with my fingertips, even gently, she shivers.

“That sensitive?”

She nods. “Mm-hmm.”

“You’ve taken so much tonight.” I kiss her tender flesh. “Are you going to hold all my come deep inside you, or is it going to slide out?”

“Rufus!” She covers her face with her hands. “You didn’t just say that.”

I grin. “I did.”

“You’re insatiable.”

I lick a slow circle around her clit.

Her eyes go wide. “No, I was teasing. Don’tactuallybe insatiable.”

“Too late,” I growl. “Give me one more.”

“I can’t.”

I nod confidently. “You can. You said you couldn’t five orgasms ago, and we proved that wrong, didn’t we?”

She whimpers and rocks her hips up to my meet my mouth.

A very good girl indeed.

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