I was swelling to painful proportions and knew I didn’t have much time before I lost control. She started to shudder, and I surged up her body, claiming her mouth as I drove deep inside her. The vibrator on the ring pressed against her sensitive bud, and she screamed as an orgasm barreled through her.
I snapped and started to pound in and out like a wild animal. I kept my weight elevated with my fists planted in the mattress on either side of her so I wouldn’t put pressure on her belly. The headboard beat against the wall, but the sound was drowned out by our cries of ecstasy. “That’s right, baby, fucking squeeze me.” My spine tingled, and I thrust more forcefully and deeper until I was coming harder than I’d ever done before. “Fuck, yes, Kinsley! Oh fuck!”
Jets of come spurted endlessly, filling her pussy so full it leaked out as I worked us both through our orgasms. When the shudders began to subside, I collapsed next to her.
“Well, I give it a ten,” Kinsley panted. I laughed and removed the ring, setting it on the nightstand.
“Next time, I’ll aim for an eleven.” I gathered her into my arms, tucking her head under my chin and breathing in her scent.
“I love you,” I murmured as I pressed a kiss into her hair.
“I love you, too, Sullivan. So much.”
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My office phone rang, and I picked it up automatically, even as I continued reading the contract on my desk. “Sullivan Bradford.”
“Mr. Bradford, there is a Miles Deveraux here to see you,” Kline informed me.
That got my attention, and I sat back in my chair. “Send him in.” I hadn’t seen Miles in a couple of months. He’d recently been through a bad breakup and had taken a contract overseas to get away for a while. I hadn’t realized he was back in the country.
I stood as he entered and shook his hand. He was as tall I was, but differed in every other way, with his red hair, blue eyes, and leaner build. According to Kinsley, ladies loved the “freckled ginger.” A fact that had led to her receiving several spankings and a hard reminder fuck of who she belonged to.
“How was your trip?” I asked conversationally. He looked tired, but there was a determined glint in his eyes that made me curious.
“Long enough for me to screw my head on straight and figure out what I want.”
I raised an eyebrow and peered at him. “What can I do to help?”
I had expected him to give me a business proposal, so my jaw hit the proverbial floor at his next words.
“I heard through a very small grapevine that you and Kinsley met through an exclusive matchmaker? One that caters to men like us. I was hoping you’d give me the contact information. I’ve decided it’s time to find a wife.”
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