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I arched my back and pushed my hips into him, trying to feel him as much as possible. His hands slid over my upper thighs as his tongue moved over my clit, and I was already squirming and moaning under him.

“Ah, that is so good, Cole. You will make me come again like that. Yes! Right there...”

I grinded against him as the pressure in my mound increased. He thrust three digits into my hole and started fucking me fast as he sucked my swollen clit. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I rolled my hips and pressed his head tighter against me, my orgasm building quickly as his fingers worked faster in me. “Cole!” I cried out and convulsed hard, losing myself in another shattering orgasm.

“You are so hot, baby.” He came above me and thrust into me before my orgasm wore off, and I screamed in a sudden burst of pleasure. “I love your warm, wet pussy squeezing my cock like this. I want nothing more than to fuck you again and again for the rest of our lives.”

“Not just the next ninety days then?” I still wasn’t sure what would happen when our deal was over.

“We can practice for the next ninety days, for our forever.”

His words turned me on. Practicing sounded like a great idea. Even though I already orgasmed several times, it was always easy for him to make me come again, and I felt the knots forming in my stomach when he brought me closer to another climax.

“Fuck me harder, Cole.” He groaned and rammed more forcefully into me. He brought my legs on his shoulders and dug his fingers into my ass.

“You’re only mine, Addison. This perfect, little pussy is only mine.” He was breathing heavily, and his movements were wild as he came closer to his orgasm. He groaned and stilled, shuddering hard as he spurted his seed deep into me—never taking his eyes off me—and this triggered another climax in me. I moaned and writhed, losing myself in my pleasure.

He lowered my legs and brought his forehead on mine, trying to catch his breath. “Addison, this was amazing.”

“Yeah.”

He separated himself from me and lay down next to me. We were holding hands as we watched the stars above us. I glanced at him and found him deep in thoughts as he gazed at the dark sky.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked him.

“I’m thinking about how I wish there was some shooting star right now.”

“Oh? Why?”

He looked at me and smiled. He was so beautiful. “I want to make a wish.”

“Really? So if you saw one, what would you wish? I don’t think we should add a boating trip to this honeymoon.”

He laughed, “No, I’m not wishing for that. Not after last time.”

I watched his hands mindlessly cross his stomach.

He looked at the stars again. “I would wish we could have a new family member soon.”

My heart jumped in my chest and I felt happiness spreading in me. “Oh really?”

“Yes.” He looked at me again. “Here I am—thinking how great it would be if you could get pregnant tonight.”

I grinned widely. This was something I’d been planning to tell him and I just waited for the right time...

I stood up and walked around the beach until I found a stick. He looked at me curiously. “What are you doing?”

I took one small stick and started making letters in the sand with it.

“Hey, Addison?” I didn’t answer anything until I was done.

“Okay. Here. Take a look.” I motioned with my hand to the letters on the sand.

He stood up, his confusion written all over his face. He came over and stopped right next to me.

“You don’t need a shooting star,” he read and cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Oh, he was so adorable when he was confused. I walked several feet away from him and started writing new letters. I motioned him to read it when I finished. He approached me and read, “B