A growl of satisfaction rumbles through his chest as he slides two fingers inside me, his thumb pressing against my c**t and releasing pulsing waves of dangerous deliciousness.
“Mine,” he growls, his free hand pinning my wrists above my head. “This body, this p***y, this womb that’ll carry my child again… all f*****g mine.”
“Yours,” I gasp, my body quivering beneath his demanding touch. “No one else will ever feel how wet I get for you.”
He replaces his fingers with his c**k in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cry out, the sound lost in the vastness of the night sky above us.
I lock my ankles behind the small of his back to seal him deeper into me. It’s funny that there was a time that I was terrified of his size. Now, it feels like the key to a lock that opens a door deep i
