Accidental Shield (Marriage Mistake #6)(86)

Goddamn, she’s good for my ego.

Climbing onto the bed between her legs, I hold up the opened package.

“Extra large.”

She does the honors, peeling the condom out of the package, and laughs. “This is going to have to do a lot of stretching.”

My cock goes even stiffer than it’s been the past hour. I take the condom and roll it on.

“Amazing. It fits after all,” she says with a giggle.

Then the jokes die down, and it’s all business again.

I lean forward, positioning my cock to slide inside her while she’s still slick. “Got your amazing right here, Valerie,” I tell her, pushing into her depths in one slow, fierce, steady move.

Fuck, she’s tight.

Her pussy instantly clings to me. I have to focus for a second to keep from coming. She’s so fucking perfect.

I pull back and then slide in again, enjoying her heat, her moan, everything about claiming her from the inside out. The chain I’ve had on my inner beast breaks, little by little, stroke by stroke.

Her eyes glaze over, and she folds her arms around me. “God, right there.”

I start moving faster, fucking her, and almost can’t believe how good it feels.

How this is more than I ever wanted.

My eyes flick to that black pearl ring on her hand she’s still wearing.

We’re way beyond sex with a woman I met on a whopper of a lie.

I can’t even say what this is. Only that it’s downright divine.

She’s fucking radiant, with her silky hair spread across my pillow, her soft nipples rubbing across my chest, her hands grasping, desperate to get a grip as I take her harder, faster, my hips becoming pistons.

This could all be over in a flash if I give in. Which I won’t do because I want it to last forever. Taking it slow and steady, I keep thrusting into her, withdrawing, thrusting again until the pleasure turns into an inferno of ecstasy.

Val holds on like I’m her lifeline, her rock in the hurricane thrusts of my cock.

She clings to me as I fuck her over the edge and just keep going, hammering her straight through the storm of one climax and into the next. We fuck for what seems like hours, imprinting my thrusts into her, reminding her in every damn stroke I know she’s mine.

She’s all I can think about. The reason I’m breathing when I’m this far gone. Out of my mind. The only thing in the world that matters.

It’s as insane as it sounds.

If she’s driven me stark-raving nuts, then she’s also driven burning napalm up my spine, straight to my brain. When it hits, still railing her hard and deep, sweeping my entire body up and down hers in a lick of muscle and feral energy, I can’t hold back to save my life.

Thankfully, I’m not alone.

“Come, honey. Come with me. I’m gonna fucking break!” It’s a miracle I can even form coherent sentences.

My climax hits like a lightning strike, a force that splits my psyche and bends muscles I didn’t know I had, releasing white-hot pleasure.

I’m coming for fucking ages.

My eyes pinch shut and my balls rear up, hurling raw fire into her. Her pussy wrings out half my soul, clenching every inch of me, pressed so deep and tight.

We become so close, so one in our rapture, it’s almost frigging mystical.

By the end of it, I think I’m hallucinating.

Before I even pull out of her, I can’t stop the uncanny sense I just had the best sex of my life with the only woman who’ll ever be worthy of wearing my ring.





*



Flopped down on the bed, I quietly reach around my back and push my thumb against one of my scars. Yep, still there.

It’s my only proof I haven’t just died and gone to seventh heaven.

The only way to certify Val isn’t some kind of broken angel, sent down to save me from myself.

I have to lie there for a while, savoring the most intense sex I’ve ever had in my life, before I can get up and deal with the rubber.

When I come out of the bathroom, she’s still on the bed, lying on her side, watching me with her chin propped up on her palm.

Now it’s time to make a choice.

My colder, rational side tells me I shouldn’t mess her up any more than I have. I should zip it, put on my clothes, act like what I just experienced wasn’t the most earth-shattering fuck of my life, but hell.

I don’t want to.

So I climb into bed instead and slide an arm beneath her. She snuggles close, throwing a leg over mine, tangling us together.

“I think you were right,” she whispers.

“Yeah? About what?”

“Um, well...we probably shouldn’t have done that.” Her voice is just a whisper.

Oh, shit.

My heart stops in my chest.

“You’re having regrets?” It’s all I can think to say. I can’t dream of regretting what just happened.

“No, we’ve just...we’ve got a bigger problem. Now, we’re going to want to keep doing it again and again and again,” she says. “Like every chance we get.”

I feel her smile more than I see it, and I hug her closer, giving her ass a playful swat.

“You’re probably right.”

“Probably,” she echoes playfully, and lets out a soft, sweet sigh.