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“And who’s the luckiest wife in the world and why?” He rocked forward, cock stuffing her to the hilt and fingers twitching inside of her, stroking the thin wall between orifices that made her feel like she was about to burst.

“I am, because I have endless two-for-one specials in the husband department,” she mewled, reaching back to rub her aching pussy.

“Good girl. Bad girl. Best girl.” Eddie praised in short huffs as he started rocking into her. “Get your toy, baby.”

Frankie strained and stretched forward, fingers barely closing on the nightstand’s top drawer and pulling out a thick silicone plug with a jewel-like base.

Eddie took it from her fingers and slotted it into her pussy as he withdrew, twirling the tapered cone inside of her to collect the torrents of natural lubricant she was producing. His fingers slid from her backdoor, and he pushed the plug from her pussy to her ass.

As her hole closed around the base, swallowing it up, she moaned. It fit her differently than his fingers, more solid, bulky, and didn’t give her any respite like his thrusting fingers did.

“So full?” he asked.

“So full,” Frankie moaned. “Ah!” She let out a sharp little gasp when Eddie flicked the jeweled top, making it bounce inside her tight passage.

“Want me to put my cock back in your pussy, baby? Want to be extra, extra full?” he asked, voice low and bruising.

But unlike with her abusive ex, Frankie had no fear, even though some called Eddie and Jack a literal monster, a mutant mess meant to instill fright. She could always say no. She could make the slightest hesitation, and her husband would move heaven and earth to protect her and Bella.

“I want to be stuffed ,” she begged with a naughty smile on her face.

“Oooh, like a turkey,” Eddie teased, sliding his thick cock back inside of her. “Ooh. Ohh, that’s my snug little temptress. You feel that, Frankie?”

She nodded, eyes rolling back as the added pressure of his cock seemed to short-circuit her brain.

Her hips bowed down and her knees spread as if she could escape the thick weight of the plug in her ass and his cock inside of her, an overload of sensation that she craved, even though it left her breathless and wrecked.

Eddie took her over that edge, not a graceful orgasmic peak like she’d found with Jack, but a “fucked out of my mind” wasteland where she was helpless against the pounding of his cock and the orgasms that he wrung from her.

Eddie’s hand came forward, wrapping around her throat as he pulled her back to his chest, spearing her pussy on him, pressing the plug in tighter. “Love you.” The hand owned her. Possessed her.

He owns all of me, and oh, God, it’s so wonderful to belong to him. “Love you,” she hissed through waves of pleasure and stretching, deep twinges as he pressed in, balls deep, the tip of his thick rod hitting her cervix.

“Stay on me. Stay on me right like this, Frankie. You know why?”

“So I can be so full?” she moaned.

“Rub your clit for me, pretty girl.”

The way he said anything to her right now... Her cheeks might as well be on fire. Her fingers stroked down and found her throbbing clit, circling it just how she liked.

“I’m in you deep, aren’t I?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can’t go any deeper.”

His tip nudged her cervix again. It wasn’t painful this way, but it left a cramping twinge in her middle that played nicely with the contractions her pussy was already having as her orgasm built. “Can’t go any deeper,” she echoed, voice hazy.

“So I’m gonna come in you like this. Right here. Right here ,” his voice was choked, teeth gritting in pleasure, “where my cum is supposed to go.”

She was taking birth control pills and would be until she finished her degree. They’d decided. But it didn’t make it any less hot, the thought of his cum pumping directly into her womb. Possessing her more than he already did.

Owning her inside and out.

She pushed down and back, hard and sudden, meeting his thrust and hearing his harsh curse against her shoulder. Her walls clamped down as she rubbed herself to one last, thigh-shaking orgasm while speared on his cock, full in both holes.

“Frankie!” Her name popped from his lips as his cum erupted inside of her, a hot rush that sealed her in that dark, swirling orgasmic overload.

“My Eddie,” she returned.

“ H ey, you’re supposed to stay asleep, princess.” Eddie’s voice was hushed.

“I smelled bacon.”

“Well, kiddo got up early. We’re having cartoons and breakfast bagels with bacon, egg, and cheese. Homemade by the Dadster.” Eddie pointed past the kitchen into the large open-plan living room where Bella was sitting at the coffee table in her pink pajamas, eyes wide as she watched animated antics.

Frankie rubbed Eddie’s back as she snuggled up behind him. “Got enough for three?”

“Always. Especially since I think you need the calories after last night, hot mama.” He smiled over his shoulder and put a bagel in the toaster. “Wanna smoothie with that?”

“Oh, sure. Is that the mango mocktail I made last night?” Frankie picked up the glass on the counter and sipped—and immediately put it down. “Edward Hyde!”

Eddie slipped the bottle of rum back into the high cabinet. “Mocktail, cocktail, tomay-to, tomah-to. You know how we like two-for-one specials in this house.”