Page 125 of End It All

"Why are you being quiet?" Blake grunted. His face screwed up in concentration. His dark strands fell over his face, and I moved them to the side. "Oh, I get it. I'm not driving you crazy enough."

Before I could say anything, Blake was moving my legs like I was a rag doll. He folded me to his liking, and plunged back into my ass. His fingers pressed into my flesh as he forced my knees to touch my chest. His pants mixed with my moans filled the space up with the sounds of us owning one another. I wish I had a camera set up somewhere. This would be engraved in my memory forever. Blake was the first man to love me and he'd be the only one I loved back.

Pleasure slammed down on me as Blake changed the angle just slightly. The guttural moan that escaped me sounded strangled as my husband forced more sounds out of me. He hit a spot deep inside and had stars bursting in the back of my eyelids. I was cumming before I could even comprehend it, untouched.

"Fuck, Quincy. You're so fucking tight," Blake hissed. He slowed down, breathing heavily as he stared at me like a madman.

Cum decorated my torso and my chin. "Baby girl?"

"I want to do that again."

There was no way I could cum that hard again, but before I could say anything, Blake was moving once more, pounding into me as if he needed to prove something. My ass clenched around him in spasms as pleasure continued to rain down over my overly sensitive body. Pain joined the mix and I was fucking goner. Ecstasy dragged me back under the chaos that Blake was unleashing on my body, and I was reduced to moans all over again.

"I love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you," my chant built more and more as Blake fucked me.

His laughter only made my stomach twist with desire. "Am I breaking you, Quincy?" He lowered himself, moving my legs out of the way. I quickly wrapped them around his waist and pressed my heels into his ass cheeks, urging him to continue. To never stop. "Mine, you're all mine." The possession in his voice filled me with so much happiness, it only made me yearn for him more.

I nodded, pulling him in for a kiss and biting down on his lip. The tang of copper joined the mix and only seemed to heighten the already charged kiss.

"Come on, baby girl. Cum in me." I ran my tongue over the shell of his ear as I met his fevered thrusts. "Own me inside and out."

"Fuck. I love you, Quincy." He shoved my head back down and took my lips in a chaotic kiss. Our teeth clinked together as our tongues fought with each other. It was as if we both weren't close enough even with his cock in my ass and his tongue down my throat. I wanted more.

“Don’t worry,” he groaned. “I would never miss out on breeding your tight ass. Not even for a second. You need to be stuffed full of my cum. Don’t you, Quincy?”

I nodded feverishly. “Yes, yes. Need it.”

He cooed. “So easy and breedable for me. How could I ever tell you no?”

Blake's hand wrapped around my dick and I was a goner before I couldn't fathom a single thought. My eyes rolled back as my husband's thrusts faltered. The sounds he made, I greedily swallowed them and mentally begged for more as I continued to kiss him. The first hot splash of his cum was the catalyst that turned my climax into a full-body orgasm.

Pleasure erupted from the pit of my stomach, and sank into every fiber of my being. I was left in a pure state of euphoria as I laid under my husband. His cock was still nestled inside of me, and I had half a mind to beg him to keep it in.

Blake grunted as his softening cock finally slipped out. He rolled off to land on the bed next to me. The silence that followed wasn't the least bit awkward. If anything, I felt more at peace then I had smoking prior to his arrival. My mind was blissfully blank, and I had no one to thank but the man who meant the world to me now.

I turned over, tossed a leg over Blake and drew him practically underneath me. This had been all I ever wanted.

"We're getting matching tracking devices," I blurted out.

"Fine, but I get to choose the colors. Knowing you, it will be neon pink or tangerine orange."

Those were good colors. I shoved him. "Fuck you, I have good taste." I pushed at him. "Don't forget we have to go shopping for Gin and Ash's baby name day thingy."

Blake grunted. "Thought I gave you money for that?"

I pressed my knife against the back of his neck. "Are you calling me a deadbeat?"

"No, more like a trophy husband." He turned his head, a smile on his face that instantly warmed my heart. Fucker. I was going to get back to work soon. I'd be damned if I was going to be taken care of like some pillow princess.

Giftin one arm and my husband in the other, we headed toward Giancarlo's and Ash's place. It was a nice house, homey and relaxed, with three steps leading to the front door. Music could be heard all the way on the sidewalk.

"You ready, peaches?"

Blake fidgeted; it didn't matter how often we interacted with his family, there was always this air of awkwardness about my husband. Like he wasn't sure what to do with so many people who had his back. I knew the feeling all too well. Because of him I had that now too.

I squeezed his hand and his startling blue eyes flickered up to meet mine. January was a bitch, colder than December. The bite of frost colored his cheeks a stark red. I cupped his face, rubbing my thumb over his cheekbone, and trying to bring warmth to it.

"You go out and do crazy shit with your brothers all the time," I pointed out.