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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

I knew from the first moment I tasted her mouth that no one could ever compare to her. Or how she makes me feel.

I wasn’t wrong.

No woman has ever made me ready to bust my load immediately the way she does. The way her hips swayed, the way her ass bounced as she climbed the stairs, and that little smirk over her shoulder? Yeah, gone was all my second-guessing, my long-game plan, and all I wanted was to make her come undone. I need her cries, her moans, her grins; I need fucking all of it. I need her. She has me wound so tight, I find myself thinking of my dead grandmother to keep from coming in my slacks as I guide her into my room. My hands are still between her legs, her juices running along my palm, and I’m dying for a taste.

So, I do just that. I bring my fingers to my mouth as she turns in my arms to watch. She parts her lips as her lids hood, and a flush fills her face. She’s just so fucking stunning, and she tastes like the best damn thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.

She licks her lips as I groan around my fingers. I snake my other arm around her waist, pulling her flush to me. “I’ve missed you.”

Her eyes shine with love as she cups my jaw. She runs her thumb along my beard, causing chills to rush down my spine. In the smallest, most precious voice, she tells me, “I’m here.”

Heat pools in my balls. “Just where I need you.”

I reach up behind her, unzipping her dress as our eyes spark into an inferno. She tugs at my tie then pushes off my jacket as I pull her dress down, and it gathers at her hips. She unbuttons my shirt, her fingers warm and soft against my chest as I nudge the dress down her hips. When she steps out of it, she shoves my shirt off my shoulders, and then her fingers go to the belt of my slacks. I toe out of my shoes while she makes quick work of the button at my waist before the weight of my belt has my slacks falling to the middle of my ass. With a grin, she drags them down the rest of the way and teases, “You have such a thick ass. I want to bite it.”

My chuckle is unsteady as I grip her own juicy ass. “This ass has been begging for my teeth.”

We grin at each other, both knowing that biting each other’s asses is a little weird, but I sure as hell don’t care. I pull her against my body, and even though she has on the black lace bra and matching panties I got her, while I’m in only a pair of thin gray boxer briefs, I can feel the heat from her center scorching my cock. I slide my hands from her ass to the backs of her thighs before I lift her up. She gasps in surprise, but she wraps her legs around my waist, the heels of her shoes biting into my ass as I carry her to my bed. She runs her fingers through my hair, trailing kisses down my jaw, my chin, and along my bottom lip before she slants her mouth fully over mine.

I groan when I lay her down, my throbbing cock so hard it’s painful as I cover her in my weight. She welcomes it, squeezing my hips with her thighs as I arch to press my cock to her soaked pussy. She rewards me with a little mewl that has my cock twitching against her, but I don’t want to rush this. I’ve wanted this for years; I will savor her.

I push up onto my haunches, and when I look down at her, I swear the sight hits me harder than a puck to the chest without a protective chest pad. Her hair is spread over my pillow, her eyes half lidded as she positions her arms over her head. My mouth goes dry at the pure lust in her eyes, and then I’m moving. I put a hand to the back of her neck, lifting her and unfastening her bra with one hand before I pull it off. She gasps as she falls back into the pillows, her breasts bouncing and enticing me to take a taste. They’re so much bigger, her nipples hard and a lovely pink. As before, her chest is covered in freckles, but I refrain from tracing them with my tongue.

I trail my gaze down her body until I see the pooch of her belly. Unlike before when it was flat with the outline of abs, her belly is now soft, pillowy, with deep purple marks along her skin. My breath catches at the view, and I reach out, tracing my fingers over the marks. She inhales sharply, tensing, and when she brings her hands down to cover herself, I push them away.

“No,” I demand, meeting her gaze. “You don’t hide the spot where you carried my baby.”

“It’s unsightly.”

I gawk at her. “No, it’s fucking perfect,” I breathe before I lean down to kiss her belly, wishing I’d had the chance to do it when she was carrying Arwen. I glide my nose along her soft flesh as tears burn in my eyes. My lips trail along her skin. “I thought your freckles were my favorite, but nothing compares to these marks.”

She lets out an unsteady breath, and I tip my head up to look at her. Her eyes are blurry with tears as she blinks, trying to hold them back. She reaches out, cupping my jaw and holding my gaze in a heated embrace. I swallow past the emotion in my throat as I lean into her hand. I can see the guilt in her eyes, but I won’t let her apologize again. Before she can say anything, I pull my face out of her hand, and I kiss her belly again. Against her stretched flesh, I whisper, “I want to put more babies in here.”

She gasps quietly before she whispers, “You do?”

My lips curve up. “At least four more.”

Her eyes almost bug out of her head. “What the hell? Trying to have a whole line of hockey players?”

“Of course,” I tell her with a knowing grin. “Really, I just want to fill you with my come and watch my babies grow in this belly over and over.” A tear leaks down her cheek at that, and I sit up once again to take in her beautiful body. “How does that sound, dushen’ka ?”

Her breath catches, but when she nods eagerly, my heart soars. “Like the perfect life.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” I ask as I take her lace thong in my hand and drag it down her hips. My eyes fall on her glistening center, and my cock twitches in my boxers. She has a few stretch marks on her thighs and along the top of her pussy that have my mouth watering. Needing to taste her, I fall between her thighs like a sniper ready to take my shot before curving my arms up under her ass. I lift her pussy to my mouth and lick her from entrance to clit in one go. She moans loudly, arching up into my mouth, so I do it again. And again and again until she’s squirming against my mouth. I latch on to her clit, sucking it hard as she bucks against my lips, screaming my name. The sound is better than a goal horn, and I find myself shaking all over. She tastes like heaven, and I feel like I’m in the presence of the Good Lord above when she shatters beneath me.

Audrina cries out loudly, her body trembling as I coax more pleasure out of her, lapping at her release. So fucking sweet. I kiss her mound, then both her thighs, before I lean up to kiss her belly. I love her body, and while my cock wants to be inside her, I want to reacquaint myself with every single inch of her.

That is, until she moans, “ Moy , I need you inside me.”

Who am I to deny her? I kiss up her belly, her ribs, before trailing my tongue along the curve of each of her breasts. I rub my nose along her flesh, her breathing out of control as I enjoy the scent of the woman I love. I curl my tongue around the hard peak of her nipple, and she arches her hips, her sweet, wet pussy rubbing against my boxers. She sits up, taking me by the back of the neck to pull me in for a hard, lusty kiss. She strokes her hands down my body, and gooseflesh breaks out everywhere she touches. She pushes down my boxers, and I help by kicking them off. My cock springs between us, and the way her lips turn up has me grasping for control. She bites her bottom lip before stroking her thumb over the precome that has leaked out of my cock. She brings her thumb to her lips, a naughty look on her face as she sucks her finger into her mouth. She lets out a little sound of pleasure, and my balls draw up.

“Fuck, dushen’ka .”

She sends me a sneaky grin before she grasps my cock and positions it at her entrance. The fact that she doesn’t ask me if I’m safe lets me know she trusts me completely. The head of my cock breaches her entrance, and everything fades away. The only thing I see is her hazel eyes as she looks up at me, a flush in her cheeks, down her neck, and along her chest. She looks at me like I’m the only one she has ever wanted, and I feel the same about her.

I push into her, and our collective moans are a symphony to my ears.

I’m home.

She is my home.

I fall to my elbows, pressing my forehead to hers as she clings to me, her eyes boring into mine. I kiss her nose before I pull out only a bit and thrust back in to the hilt. I go slow, each thrust measured and deep so I can feel every single inch of her tight, warm center. She drags her nails down my back as I stretch her open over and over. With each thrust, I’m rewarded with the sweetest little moan, and I’m holding on by a thread.

“God, you feel so good,” I murmur against her lips.

She kisses me before dragging her tongue along my lips. “Harder,” she whispers, and I swear my balls pull up. “ Moy , I need it harder.”

I need the same. I push up on my hand, holding her behind her knee with my other and curving her leg around my waist. The angle has me going deeper, and she cries out so loudly, my ears ring.

I fucking love it.

Her pussy tries to suck my cock back in when I pull out, and I want to give her everything she wants, but I find myself asking, “Do I need to pull out before I come?”

She bites her lip as her eyes search mine. “I’m not on birth control.”

Why does that make my balls tingle? I thrust into her, hard enough to make her breasts bounce. I hold her gaze as I pull out and thrust back in, harder than before. “Tell me something, dushen’ka . Am I filling you up, or am I marking this gorgeous body?”

She moans, her pussy squeezing me in a mind-blowing grip. “ Moy , I’m about to come. Don’t stop.”

I smirk at that, and as I pound hard into her, I move my hand to her pussy to play with her clit. When she detonates, her whole body goes taut as she moans low from her soul. Her pussy sucks me deeper, and I swear I go cross-eyed. I continue to pound into her as she thrashes beneath me, and I’ve never seen anything so fucking sexy. I almost ask her again what she wants, but my balls pull up and I don’t want to do anything but fill her to the brim.

I roar as I come, thrusting deep inside her as she cries my name. I squeeze her thigh and hip as I jerk inside her, unloading every ounce of come. I feel some escape down my cock, and I look down at the sight in awe. Her perfect pussy stretches over my cock as it leaks our releases, and that has me wanting to take her all over again. I look up to find her looking right where I was, her lips parted, her breathing rapid. Knowing I have her attention where I want it, I pull out, and come starts to leak. I gather it with my thumb and push it all back inside her.

When I look up again, her lust-filled eyes have me gasping for my next breath. “You’re mine forever, dushen’ka .”

“I know,” she whispers as she reaches for me, pressing our foreheads together. Her voice is as shaky as her hand against my neck. “Just as you’re mine.”