His next few growls were pure satisfaction. His fingers tugged a little tighter as his pleasure built, twining my hair together in tiny knots.
Perfect, really. It mirrored everything I felt inside.
Every ache and need and want wrapped up in this man. My badass, my husband, my savior.
“Fucking shit,” he swore, jamming my mouth down harder on his dick.
I sucked him better still, tasting the salty pre-come oozing out along my tongue. It always brought me a strange satisfaction, wherever it ended up inside me.
I doubted he'd let me take it down my throat, though. And I was right.
“No, no, fuck no,” he said, jerking my face off him by the hair. “Stand up, Summertime. You know the rules.”
“Do I?” I asked, taking his hands. He violently jerked me up, spun me around, and pushed me past the bed.
He didn't say anything until I was against the wall, his swollen cock against my ass cheeks, kissing at my neck. “Yeah, you fuckin' do,” he growled, nipping at my sensitive skin. “Your mouth, your ass, your tits don't get my come 'til you're knocked up again. I'm spilling every drop I got in that hot little cunt, poundin' it straight to your womb. Alex needs a little bro, a little sis, maybe fuckin' triplets.”
Fuck! I moaned loudly, enough to get his hand across my lips.
He moved it down when I'd stopped making noise, cupping my breast, sinking to his knees. His free hand pulled my * open from behind, stretching its lips, making way for his hungry tongue.
Oh, Joker. Oh, Jackson. Oh, shit, shit, shit.
My knees began trembling as soon as he started to lick. His tongue fucked me, straight up, edging along the most sensitive spots he'd be taking with his cock next.
He held me up, just enough so I could rest on his face, closing my eyes. I reached out behind me, clawing for his shoulders, losing it while I fell into total bliss.
He growled through his licks, pulling my clit into his mouth, strumming it with his tongue like never before.
Countdown.
Ignition.
Launch.
I went off like a rocket. He brought me off, so hot and intense and cataclysmic that I'd never come like that in my life.
I barely held in my screams. Joker wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me against his mouth, savaging me with ecstasy through the next few mind blowing minutes.
When it was over, I was still shaking, dripping on the floor. He licked and kissed softly at my inner thigh, rising up, bringing more kisses up my back.
When he was standing again, his hands tightened around my waist. Touching his hot, slick lips against my ear, he leaned in and whispered.
“I'm gonna fuck you now, babe. Gonna take your body the same fuckin' way I did that summer night, without even knowing it. Except this time we know exactly what we're working for,” he growled, reaching for my clit again, and digging his knuckle in against it.
“Yes, please, please,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Jackson. Give me another baby.”
His throat rumbled more thunder as he brought the tip of his cock against my opening, rubbing it, but not yet slipping in.
“I'm fucking you ten times harder than the first time I knocked you up,” he said, pausing to flatten harder kisses against my throat, pulling at my hair. “We're fuckin', night and day, and we ain't stopping 'til I see you stretch with my seed. We're fuckin', hard and slow, hot and cold, like demons and like lovers. Whatever the fuck it takes to make you mine again, inside and out. Mine forever.”
No more talk. I couldn't take another word, pushing my ass back against him, moaning and pleading all at once.
He must've lost it too. Lost his patience, straight in the stormy need to bury his cock in me.
Finally, he pushed into me, gliding up, deep inside my unprotected *.
I'd been off the pill for about two weeks before the big day.
We'd talked about it, and decided I should do this sooner, rather than later, before I got too far into work at the bar.
He'd given me a new life, here in Tennessee. He'd given me a ring. I'd give him a baby in return, deepening our bond, giving our son a new sibling to play with.
Family. That was everything now. He talked about it every week, and showed it whenever we visited his grandpa in the nursing home.
Today, he made me feel it in a different way. His hips pulled back slowly, like a gun cocking, before they crashed against mine again.
He filled me. Fucked me. Sped into me like a man feeding a furnace to stave off the cold, anything to build our future, stroke by growling stroke.
My * burned, ached, tightening around his cock. My whole body knew what was coming, nipples hard as diamonds.
I squealed two or three times before his hand clapped across my mouth. My teeth sank into his finger, hard and wild, before losing it in my first climax full of my husband's cock.
He fucked me harder, straight through the shuddering, the moaning, his free hand flicking furiously at my clit. My * tightened around his cock so hard I wasn't sure how he didn't lose it.