“I’m going to come so hard,” he grunted. “God, I can feel it. I wanted to come on your face, but I have to come in this perfect pussy, I have to, because you feel so fucking good.”
His words sent me over the edge again.
He groaned as my body seized and shuddered around him for the second time, and then he thrust in so hard that my toes curled, and stayed there, swearing violently as he shot his come deep, deep inside, his cock throbbing hot and hard in my pussy as he emptied himself, giving me everything he had.
We came down slowly, a tangle of sweaty limbs and wrinkled silk, and his stubble brushed against my cheek as he hung his head, panting.
“Mrs. Markham,” he said in wonder.
“Mr. Markham,” I said back, also in wonder, because now that we were here, it was so hard to understand why we’d wasted so much time over there, in that murky, unhappy place.
He rose up on his arms to look at me and brushed a strand of hair off my forehead. “Mine,” he murmured, and I nodded.
“Julian, I’m so sor—”
“Don’t,” he interrupted. “We’re here now, and that’s what matters.”
“But—”
He silenced me with a kiss, a long, loving kiss that made tears come to my eyes and at the sight of my tears, he started thickening inside me again.
“But what if it happens again?” I worried as he lifted his head and gave his cock an experimental thrust.
“Then we know where to find the answer,” he said, pulling out to the tip and stroking back in, each inch an excruciating delight against my sensitive inner flesh. “Between us. Like this.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“On your hands and knees, wildcat.”
I rose up to obey and as I did, he checked his pocket watch.
“Do we need to go get the baby?” I asked, settling my weight on my hands and sighing happily as he slid in, my eyes fluttering closed as he began to rut into me in earnest.
“Not yet. There’s enough time for me to have you again.”
“Mmm.” I liked the sound of that.
“And then after the baby falls asleep, I’ll have you again tonight. And again before the morning.”
“Mmm.” I really liked the sound of that.
“And again and again, until you give me another child.”
“Good lord,” I protested. “Can’t we hold off thinking about that, at least for another year?”
He chuckled and his hand dropped down to find my clitoris, rubbing it in tight expert circles as he fucked me. “At least give me another orgasm then.”
I rocked back into him, my husband, my master, my teacher.
My Julian.
“On that point, Mr. Markham, I think we can agree.”
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Julian
Ivy
Julian
Ivy
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