Page 83 of Desperate Games

“You don’t need toys, Baby,” I growl, bracing my arms on either side of her as I press my cock against her soaked slit. “You need me. Only me.”

“Remy—” she whispers, voice shaky, torn between reason and ruin.

“Yeah, Baby?” I drag the thick head of my cock up and down her pussy, coating myself in her slick.

“Tell me what you need.”

Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Just a whimper.

“Don’t worry,” I grunt, pushing forward an inch, then two, stretching her open on my cock. “I already know.”

Her eyes roll back. Her nails dig into my arms.

“Fuck—Remy?—”

“Take it. Be a good girl and take all of me.”

And she does.

She feels so good. So perfect.

I know Andy is as crazy about me as I am about her, but she doesn’t know it yet.

She doesn’t trust it.

But I’m gonna help her get there.

If it’s the last thing I do, I am going to help this woman understand what it means to be mine.

That flare of awareness in her gaze when she watches me enter a room?

The way she lights up when I touch her?

Somewhere deep down, she know she’s mine.

And what I know? Is that I’m hers, too. And I’m never letting go of her.

Her body bows beneath me as I bottom out, balls slapping her ass, my cock buried to the hilt in her tight, hot cunt.

And I swear I lose my goddamn mind.

I don’t lay all my weight on her. Not with her belly swollen with my precious babies, but I thrust hard.

Deep.

Claiming her over and over, my breath ragged against her ear.

“You feel that?” I rasp, one hand sliding down to cup her right beneath her belly where my cock is pounding inside her.

“That’s me, Baby. Filling you up. Right where our babies’re growing.”

She gasps, her eyes flying open.

“God, Remy?—”

“Yeah, that’s right. You love it. You love me breeding this sweet pussy, don’t you? Tell me.”

I slam into her again, harder, faster, watching her tits bounce, watching her fall apart beneath me.