Page 74 of Never Fake Date the Financier

Ella smiles wickedly at me as even more wicked thoughts fly through my head.

“Going to put another baby in you, sweet girl.”

Ella laughs as I unbuckle my pants, letting them fall to the ground as I pull down my underwear and let my cock breathe.

“I don’t think that’s how it works—ohmygaaaahd…”

My girl’s so wet, I slip inside her with ease. “Your pussy feels like home. Feels so fucking tight around my cock.”

Ella moans as I thrust inside her. Harder. Faster. She feels like heaven. And it’s not long before I feel her clench against me, milking me.

I flip her hair aside, kissing her neck. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Fuuuucking…fuuuuuck!”

Both of us orgasm, but I can’t stop pumping. I’m not in control anymore. I’m guided by instinct, all rational thought leaving my head.

“Adrian,” Ella moans when I finally stop. “Holy shit.”

I slip out of her as she gasps.

“Fucking perfect, Ella. I love you.” I kiss her between her shoulder blades, damp with sweat. The air around us is thick with arousal.

She turns around slowly, her flushed skin only a few shades lighter than her lips.

“You’re bad.”

“And you love it.”

She smiles. “I do. More than you know.”

I collect her hands in mine, bringing them to my lips. “I think I do.”

And then I lower myself, letting her hands fall as I touch her bump. “You’ve given me the greatest gift. I know how much you love me. And I’ll be spending the rest of my life proving my love to you.”

She grabs my hands, and I glance up at her.

“No,” she says. “You prove it to me every day. And I’m the luckiest woman in the world for it.”

I rise to my feet, kissing my girl again.

I don’t care who wins this one. I love Ella, and Ella loves me. That’s all that matters.

My wife. My baby.

My family.

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