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“Yes, you do. You feel it too, Shelby. This thing between us.” Catching her chin, I pull her gaze back to me. “Tell me you feel this.”

“Yes,” she answers quietly.

“Tell me you love this.” Her heart beats steadily under my palm.

“Yes,” she agrees lowly, her eyes drooping closed more and more with every blink.

Closing my eyes, I breathe her in. My hand moves down the center of her body until I reach my target. “Tell me you want this.”

Silence fills the room as my fingers slip through her wetness. Finding her nub, I press lightly until her cheeks flush.

“Yes.” It’s barely audible, but it’s enough.

Closing the space between us, I kiss her heated cheek. Pulling away, my eyes drift over her again.

Shelby keeps her eyes on me for as long as she can, but as I roll her onto her stomach, she’s forced to break our gaze.

My cock aches, bouncing free when I shove my pants down, desperate to find a release inside her.

Folding my body over Shelby’s, I press my lips to her bare shoulder, along her back, and up her neck.

“I’m never letting you go,” I whisper.

Pushing in, I groan. The blanket beneath us swallows Shelby’s shocked grunt. Her wet entrance greets me eagerly.

Fuck,I will never get tired of this feeling.

“You hear that?” My lips graze against her left shoulder before my teeth nip. The sound of our bodies connecting fills the room. “You always take me so well.”

Goose pimples spread across her back more and more with every panted breath that hits her.

Another moan leaves her at my words.

“When you live here, we’re going to do this every day, every night.” Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I turn her face to mine, my words spoken into the skin of her cheek. “And one day soon, you’ll remember who it is. You’ll know it was me who put that ache deep between your legs.”

I feel her pussy squeeze at my words.

Chuckling, I slam inside her and hold, grinding my hips into her ass, shoving my cock as deep as I can.

I watch as her mouth opens, lost in pleasure while bordering on sleep. I feel Shelby come beneath me, her muscles tensing even as her eyes close and her breathing evens.

Pulling out, I almost leave her before thrusting again. My bare toes curl into the carpet as I give my all.

Over and over, I fuck my future wife.

Pushing up onto my hands, I lift my chest off her back. Glancing down between our bodies, I watch my glistening cock disappear over and over. The sight has me on the edge within seconds.

I can never get enough of her.

“Fuck, baby.” I pant.

Dropping my right hand to her hip, I hold tight, my grip bruising. My thrusts don’t soften as I chase my high. The sound of wetness echoes over and over, the smell of arousal clings to us.

Standing fully, my left hand embeds in her damp locks, tightening until her head strains.

The image of her bending to my will burns behind my eyelids.

I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.