The Truth

“I love you too. And so will he. Or she.”

We seal the words with a sweet, tender kiss, our hearts open and flooding with love. And as she squirms beneath me, the kiss ignites when her nails score into the flesh of my back.

“Daniel,” she breathes, “please.”

I’m right there with her—needy and lust-addled. But I hold onto my sanity enough to maintain control as I slip into her. Every inch of my cock filling her, her body stretching to accommodate me, and her liquid heat engulfing me is a promise.

To us, to our future, to our love.

I stroke into her gradually, her deep moan of pleasure rumbling through her body and making me shiver, in danger of losing the tight grip on my restraint. But I won’t do that, not now. There will be time enough for hard and fast. This time, I want her unrushed. I want her luxuriating on my cock and me enjoying every clench of her walls.

I lean down and kiss her, our lips joined as I pull back again and start thrusting slowly. She wraps her legs around my waist, holding me tightly as we move together.

“Daniel . . . so good.” She grunts quietly when I speed up slightly, testing harder thrusts until my thighs slap against her hips with each deep stroke. “Yes . . . yes . . . fuck me, Husband.”

The word triggers something inside me, and I grind inside her, fighting off the climax that immediately threatens. My cock pulses with the need to claim her, to fill her. But I hold it off, waiting for her. Needing her to come first.

“Don’t stop . . . please,” she begs, her breasts mashed against my hard chest and her lips opening wider and wider with each stroke as I start moving again.

“Who do you belong to?” I grunt, tilting her head with a gentle tug on her hair so that she’s looking me squarely in the eye. “Say it.”

“Da–Daniel Stryker!” Tiffany calls out in joy as a small mini-orgasm sweeps through her. “Oh, God, I’m yours! Fuck me, Daniel, now!”

Her fingernails score my back, urging me on, and I give her my all, my breath coming in deep animal grunts. I pound her, my cock plunging in long strokes to hit deep inside her, and she bucks beneath me, fucking me back and demanding more and more from me.

She tenses underneath me, her mouth open in a silent scream, on the edge of her release. “Do it, Tiffany. Come on my cock like a good girl.”

Her inhale is audible even among the wet sounds of my slipping in and out of her tight walls. And then she explodes, her cry loud, her juices flowing, and her body spasming. In response, my balls tighten, and finally, I let go of my control, howling my own climax as my cock jerks inside her.

I don’t know how long it takes me to become aware again. It’s long enough that my arms are shaking from overuse, and I think I might need to up my plank time so I can hover over Tiffany for as long as I want. But I’m not giving in to muscle strain yet. Still buried inside her, I feel the last quivers of her orgasm getting slower and gentler as she relaxes in bliss.

Even if she weren’t pregnant before . . . well, I’m pretty sure she would be now.

The thought makes me laugh softly, and I lean down, kissing Tiffany. Her eyes pop open even though we’re kissing, and against my lips, she asks, “What’s so funny? My scream?”

“No . . . I was thinking that if you didn’t have a baby before . . . pretty sure I’ve given you one now.” If being a proud peacock had a tone of voice, I just gave a perfect demonstration. I might as well stand up and strut around the room, cock bouncing and dripping with proof of my prowess.

“Ah,” she says, giggling. “The idea of getting me pregnant and breeding me turns you on. I saw how you reacted when I said you put a baby in me.”

My cock, which at this point would normally have started to deflate, twitches inside her in reply, and we both laugh.

But the jolt of the laugh is game over for my arms. I roll over, still inside her as I bring her with me so that she’s lying on top of me with my arms wrapped around her waist.

“I can honestly say that particular idea has never held any specific appeal to me. Until today, until you. But I’m not gonna argue with results.”

“So maybe I can call you Daddy in the bedroom?” she asks, a teasing light in her eyes. I lift a brow in warning, and she giggles. “Just kidding.”

“Well, maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll consider it.”