Ruthless Games

“Look at me,” I command, and she does immediately. I can see the fire in her eyes, the passion that is reflected inside of my own body. But there’s more.

She’s looking at me like I’m her man, like our marriage is as real to her as it is to me.

Fuck.

“Come for me, baby,” I urge her, reaching between us to rub at her tight bud. Her moans turn frenzied. “Give it all up. I want to feel that pussy go off.”

Another rub and she’s there, spasming around me, the sweetest fucking feeling in the world. Her core milks me, like she’s demanding my climax, and fuck it, I give it to her, every drop, spurting inside her as the force of it rips through me.

Mine.

I’d never felt an instinct like it before she came back into my life: To protect her, to cherish her with my life. But panting in her arms, I know, there’s no going back. It’s my ring on her finger, my seed in her belly—and one day soon, a baby too.

We’re in this together.