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Tenn stilled, then made a sound of displeasure.

“What is it?” I asked, trying to look back at him over my shoulder.

He gave an especially hard thrust. His tail began to move again, stroking my screaming clit with a speed and force so relentless it nearly felt like a vibrator.

“Don’t like hearing other men’s names in your mouth,” he groaned, beginning to fuck me anew, “when I’m inside you.”

“You... You really are the jealous type, aren’t you?” I barely got the words out. I was going to come again.

“When it comes to you?” he growled, quickening his pace until his cock and his tail were a shuddering blur of friction against me, inside me. “Absolutely.”

“Tenn!” I shouted as my next climax roared through me.

“That’s better. Again.”

“Tenn! Oh, God. Tenn!”

“That’s right, Tasha. My fiancée. My perfect little wife. Keep my name in your mouth when I fill you.”

I did it. He finally let go inside me, coming with a hoarse bellow. And I did exactly what he’d told me to.

He was the warden, after all.

My warden.

My husband

My Tenn.