Page 39 of Groom Gamble
“Lift your hips,” he directs roughly.
“Why?” I’m baffled.
“Because you’re not going to allow any of my seed to leak out, are you?”
He slants one eyebrow, and my heart skips.
“No.” I shake my head. “Keep it in.” I guess gravity will do its thing eventually, but the idea of remaining full of Dex’s come heats me from the inside out in a way that I can’t explain.
Kneeling between my legs, Dex sighs contentedly, and my grumpy, serious boss smiles when he glances up at me. “Fuck, little one. I’ve wanted to do this since we met.”
“Really?” I’m too content for this to be real.
His expression is pure, satisfied evil as he settles down.
“That’s right.” He gives me a long, leisurely lick all the way up my slit then sucks his lower lip, as though savouring my taste. “I wanted to feel you come. I wanted to taste you, and you’re so fucking sweet. And most of all, I wanted to taste you and metogether while I keep you wet and ready for me until I breed you again.”
“Dex…” I breathe his name. How am I this lucky?
He pushes my thighs wider. “Let me see all of you.”
I’m so exposed, but instead of feeling vulnerable, I’m excited and happy and bubbling with more arousal than I could have believed possible.
He licks me with the kind of dedication most people only give to things that benefit themselves. He’s single-minded, like I’m his whole world. And I’m powerless to do anything but what he wants of me. He might be doing this for me, but he’s my god.
I come screaming his name, as he doesn’t let up for a second, but somehow knows exactly where I’m too sensitive and licks me through every earth-shattering pulse. He leaves me a mess. I’m flat on my back, twitching, pleasure bouncing off each cell in my body.
“Dex,” I murmur weakly. He’s destroyed me.
“Little one.” And then he’s over me again. His cock nudges at my entrance. “Do you want extra seed?”
“Yes.” Was I tired? Pah.
The push of his renewed erection into my gaped, soaking pussy reignites me. I’m vibrating with need once more.
“That’s it.” He kisses my lips tenderly as he slides all the way in. “I love the feel of my warm come inside you. I might keep you like this forever.”
It’s so good, so intimate and I’m so entirely loved. I wrap my arms and legs around my husband and urge him on.
“Please, husband. Breed me.”
“I will.” The next stroke is firmer. “If you tell me again.”
“Breed me,” I pant.
“Mm.” He almost purrs with contentment. “That too. But the other thing.” Reaching up, he combs his fingers into my hair and then fists it, drawing a gasp from me. “The other words, wife.”
“I love you. I love you, I love you.” It’s a chant as he increases his pace.
“Fuck, I love you too,” he growls, as he holds me. “So much, little one.”
Then he slams into me, and we’re both lost in each other.
EPILOGUE
DEX
8 Years later