Her Love

He kept the vibrator humming against my clit as he nudged my entrance with his hard length. I moaned loudly as I lay helpless beneath him, already craving another release. “Please, Thatcher. Come inside of me. I need you.”

“I’m yours, sugar. Always,” he promised as he rocked his hips forward, bottoming out when his cock bumped against my cervix.

“I’m so close,” I panted.

Dropping the vibrator onto the mattress, he gripped my hips in his strong hands and lifted me up to meet his next thrust. My walls clenched around him as he pounded into me, over and over again until I finally flew apart. He surged into me twice more before planting himself deep and filling my pussy with his come.

After we caught our breath again, Thatcher rolled onto his side and undid the cuffs. “As much as I hate the thought of hurting you”—he trailed his fingers over the barely visible red marks on my wrists—“I love the idea of leaving more proof that you belong to me on your body.”

“Yeah, because this isn’t enough to do the job.” Tilting my head back, I grinned up at him as I wiggled my fingers to show off the giant diamond engagement ring he’d given me, along with the matching band.

“I don’t think anything will ever be enough for me when it comes to you.” His hand dropped down to my belly. “But maybe we should see if another baby will do the trick.”

Spoiler alert: he got me pregnant again that night, but it didn’t dim his possessiveness at all. Thank goodness.