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stare. “Only mine. Is that clear, Winter?”

She opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something, but I licked her from bottom to top. “Yes,” she hissed. I wasn’t sure if it was an affirmation of my statement or a moan of pleasure, but I chose to take it as both.

“Are you on anything, Winter?” I rasped, praying she said no. Come hell or high water, I was going to breed my wife tonight.

She gasped and sat up. “No! Do you—”

“No,” I growled. Then I distracted her by licking her again. I lapped at the fresh juices gushing out with each stroke of my tongue, then I stabbed it into her channel. “Oh, fuck, sugar,” I groaned when I’d taken it out. “Your pussy is so tight. I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock. It’s gonna milk me for everything I’ve got and fill you up until you’re completely stuffed with my come.” I thrust my tongue in a few more times, licking up and circling her clit each time I retreated. “I need you to come, sugar,” I groaned. “I’m not gonna last much longer, and I’m not wasting any of my seed outside your womb.”

Just the thought of Winter carrying our baby was enough to set me off, but I called on every ounce of my strength to hold out just a little longer. I inserted a finger in her wet hole, struggling to get it to fit. It finally slid in after a few tries, then I worked on getting in a second one. She was so damn snug; I wanted to stretch her so she’d be able to take my big, long cock.

“Christopher,” she whined as she wiggled her hips. It was hot as fuck to hear her say my name like that. I doubled my efforts, and when the second digit was all the way in, I sucked hard on her clit and thrust my fingers in and out like my dick would soon be doing. I curled them up, and she went off, shouting my name as her orgasm took over.

Before she’d even begun to descend from her climax, I crawled up her body and took her mouth in a hungry kiss. Knowing she could taste herself on my tongue was more than I could stand. Since the muscles in her pussy would be much more lax as she came down from her high, I lined up my engorged, pulsing head with the entrance to heaven.

Slowly, I pushed inside, then pulled back, going a little farther each time. Luckily, she was so wet that it helped me slide in easier. Eventually, I bumped into the thin barrier of her innocence and paused. I fucking hated that I would be forced to hurt her. Better to just get it over with, though, so I could take away the pain with the ecstasy of another climax.

“I’m sorry, sugar. Now, take a deep breath,” I mumbled against her lips. She did as she was told, and I punched my hips forward, sheathing my cock from root to tip. “Fuck!” I shouted as her walls swallowed me whole. She was so fucking hot and tight, black spots danced in my vision as I nearly passed out from the sheer bliss.

Winter whimpered, and I looked down at her in alarm. “Are you alright?”

Her eyes were swimming with unshed tears, but she nodded. I kissed her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, then her lips, holding very still until her body adjusted to my size.

“It’s better now,” she whispered after a minute. “I feel really full and stretched, but the pain is mostly gone.”

Thank fuck. I was teetering on my breaking point. “Put your legs around me, sugar.”

After she complied with my request, I bent my head to suck on one of her nipples as I began to move lazily in and out. Winter moaned, and her legs clamped around me, so I increased my speed, following her cues. By the time I was pounding into her at a fast, hard pace, we were both panting, and our skin glistened from our sweat.

“You are so fucking perfect,” I grunted. “So tight. Fuck, yeah.” Her hands grabbed at the strands of my hair, and she cried out as I shifted the angle of my hips to make sure I was hitting just the right spot. “You want more, sugar?”

“Faster,” she breathed. “Harder. Yes! Yes!”

She shouted as I pushed myself until I was slamming in and out, our skin