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  My insides, so unused to the invasion, ripple around him, and he groans and pinches my nipple.

  Now it's my turn to moan as blades of pleasure-pain zigzag through my body.

  “Mine.” He pulls almost all the way out again then drives deep. “Mine,” he repeats. As his cock glides in and out it strokes along my inner walls, igniting nerves deep inside. Little ripples of pleasure pulse between my legs and my inner muscles clench.

  This time it hurts a lot less when I clamp tight around him. “Yes, yours. Always yours. Forever yours.”

  “Oh fuck,” he rumbles. He rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb. “Oh fuck.” Shifting more upright, he presses his finger to my clit and a blaze rolls through me.

  “Oh!” I exclaim, taken by surprise. Once again my insides clamp tight. And there is no pain. Only fullness. And heat.

  “That's it,” he says. “Trust me.” He drags his finger down, to where we're joined then back up. Now slick, it glides over my clit, sending another wave of pleasure through me.

  My muscles tighten. My thighs stretch.

  Wider. I want to open them wider.

  He circles my clit, round and round, and it feels so fucking good. My spine arches.

  Round and round. My breathing speeds.

  Round and round. My heart beat thunders.

  Round and round. Heat swirls.

  “That's it, baby. Cum on me. Cum. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock.”

  Round and round. Lights flash.

  Round and round. I'm going to die.

  Ohhhhh....!

  Now I know.

  This is lovemaking.

  It's beautiful. It's good. It's sacred. It's powerful. In my husband's bed, in his arms, I am safe. Cherished. Loved.

  Free.

  He grabs my hair and smashes his mouth to mine. Our tongues tangle and battle. His cock thickens even more, and a massive tidal wave of tingling sensations blasts through me. I tumble head-over-heels as a powerful orgasm overtakes me. My insides spasm around his thickening cock as my spine arches off the bed.

  He shouts, “Yes, baby, yes!” as he thrusts in and out, in and out, driving his cum deep inside me. Thick. Hot. Wet. It spurts against the opening of my womb, and my body greedily sucks it in. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

  Maybe his love for me will take root inside.

  Maybe our love will produce a miracle—a new life.

  Overcome by joy, I cling to his quaking body and ride the waves of hot pleasure, my hips rocking forward and my greedy pussy taking him to the root.

  He presses his forehead to mine. “I love you, baby,” he murmurs, his thrusts slowing.

  “I love you too,” I answer, starting to feel heavy. I cup his cheeks. They're hot. I brush my mouth across his. “Forever.”

  His thrusts slow then stop. Buried deep inside me, he sinks down until his chest is resting against me. I feel his heart thumping. His sweet breath caresses my forehead. He presses his lips to it. “I love you,” he murmurs, over and over. He somehow slides an arm under me, rolls onto his side, taking me with him. He lifts my thigh until my leg is resting on top of his hip. “Are you all right?” He strokes my cheek and looks into my eyes.

  I smile and nod.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Not anymore.”

  His lips curl. “Good. Because I want to do that again. And again. Until you're so full of cum you can't stand up without it pouring out of you. I want a child. Our child. A piece of you. And a part of me.”

  I nod. A big lump congeals in my throat. I swallow hard.

  “Do you want my baby?” he asks, slowly moving his hips back and forth.

  Do I want his baby? Yes! Oh, god, yes! I know I will love our child with all my heart and soul. I nod.

  A ripple of heat pulses through me again. I've just had an orgasm so powerful I thought I was going to die, and just like that I'm ready to do it again.

  “I want to give you the world,” he says, pumping in and out of me. “Anything you want. Anything at all.”

  “You already have,” I tell him, a tear slipping from my eye.

  He thumbs it away. “What's this? Am I hurting you?”

  “No. I'm not crying. They're tears of joy,” I tell my wonderful, sexy, sweet husband. “I'm so happy. I never thought I'd be so happy.”

  “Good. But this is just the beginning. What I say I mean. I'm going to give you everything. The whole fucking world. Starting with me.” He thumbs my chin, coaxing me to lift it, and kisses me.

  That kiss...it's no normal kiss.

  It's a gift. In it he gives me his heart and his soul.

  Just as he promised.

  We are bound together. Forever.

  Epilogue

  Grayson

  “Happy birthday!” my beautiful, sexy wife exclaims as she thrusts a wrapped box into my arms. It's been a long day on the work sight. Today we worked side-by-side on a property I'm rehabbing. She should be soaking in a bathtub, exhausted, after swinging a sledgehammer all day. But she's not. She's standing here, beaming.

  I take that back. She's fucking glowing brighter than the sun.

  I don't know what's in the box, but I can tell one thing: she's as excited as I've ever seen her. Which is good. Because the last week or so she's been dragging a little, sick with the flu.

  Sitting on the couch, feet propped on the ottoman, the football game playing on the big screen, I loop my arm around her waist. “Come here.” I tug until she's sitting on my lap. “What's this?”

  “A birthday present.”

  “My birthday isn't for another month.” I nuzzle her neck. She smells so damn good. And her soft ass is making my cock hard again. I spend a lot of time sporting wood around this woman. I can't help it.

  “Yes. I knew that.” She giggles, and my heart swells. It's only been a couple of months since our wedding. I've fallen in love with my wife a little more each day. I didn't know that was possible. “I just couldn't wait to give it to you. So, here you go. You get it early.” She flips her hands. “Now, open it!”

  “I'd rather open you.” Setting the box next to us, on the couch, I slide my hand between her knees and coax them apart. “I don't need any other gift.”

  She quivers and opens for me.

  My finger finds her slit, warm and wet and ready for me.

  I growl.

  This woman has turned me into an animal. An animal who is always hungry and ready to fuck.

  Supporting her weight, I do a rolling maneuver, which puts her flat on her back. She squeaks and giggles until I shove up her t-shirt and grab a handful of tit. Then she sighs.

  I fucking love the sound of that sigh. That's the promise of good things. Good, filthy things.

  “Your gift,” she mumbles as I flick my thumb over her nipple.

  “I'll get to it. In a minute. First, you owe me something.”

  “Me?” She lifts her heavy lids, meeting my gaze with glassy eyes. “I owe you?”

  “Yes. Didn't you once tell me 'nothing's free'?”

  “Yes, but--”

  “If you want me to open that box, then you have to do something for me first,” I explain, a wicked smile tugging at my lips. It's been a couple of days since I've had a taste of this pussy. Since she was sick, I held back. So there's more than one reason why I'm glad to see her feeling better. My blood already simmering, I catch the waistband of her yoga pants and pull them down her smooth thighs.

  I have to admit, I fucking love yoga pants. My wife's ass looks so good encased in tight lycra. For that reason alone I've bought her dozens of pairs since our wedding. I'm sure I'll be buying lots more.

  And little, tiny bikinis.

  And lots and lots of jewelry. Anything for my wife. Anything at all.

  I toss her pants aside and get rid of the panties next, baring her freshly shaved pussy. So smooth and wet. Just the way I like it. Lifting one leg and setting it on my shoulder, I dive in, devouring her. She tastes so fucking good, I can't help feasting
on her like a starved man. I suck on her little clit and she bucks against me. “That's it,” I say, “show me what a dirty girl you are. Grind against my face.”

  She wriggles and squirms and gyrates, and my dick goes granite-hard. I'm not going to last long, not with my sweet girl riding my face. I part her lips and plunge my tongue into her sweet depth. So delicious. Better than cherries. Or ripe peaches. I move back up to her clit and add a finger inside her cunt and it grips it tighter than a fist. I've worked her pussy hard since we were married. Fucking her every day. Sometimes several times (making up for lost time, you know). And still she's as tight as that first night.

  After learning about her upbringing as a fundamentalist mormon, it surprises me, thrills me, delights me that with me she feels free to enjoy our lovemaking. Relish it. Abandon all her inhibitions and be the dirty girl she was born to be.

  Biting back the urge to abandon the foreplay and just sink my dick inside her, I add a second finger, fucking her, stretching her, making her ready for me.

  The sweet sound of her heavy breaths and little whimpers is like music to me. Addicting music I don't want to ever stop. I flick my tongue up and down over her clit and inhale deeply, pulling the scent of her arousal inside.

  Her taste. Her scent. The sound of her voice. They're all intoxicating. And thoroughly addicting. The minute she's in sight, I am overwhelmed with the need to touch her, to hold her and kiss her. It's been such a short time since we were married but I know already I will never get enough of her. It simply isn't possible.

  “Please,” she moans, squirming. “Gray, please.”

  “You beg so pretty, baby girl,” I say, rubbing my stubbled chin back and forth over her clit. She loves it when I do that. And I love it when my face smells like her pussy. I crawl up her body, kissing, licking, nipping a path from her pussy to her mouth. When I get to the top, I unzip my pants, pull out my dick and drag it up and down her hot slit. “You know I can't deny you anything.”

  She reaches around and plants her hands on my ass. “Yes, oh yes.” She spreads her thighs wide for me and I sink in.

  It's so fucking good I forget to breathe.

  Once I'm able to suck in a little air, I slide my arms under my wife and cradle her gently as I kiss her. She surprises me by deepening the kiss, sliding her tongue into my mouth and filling it with her sweet flavor. I move in and out of her slowly, and she rocks her hips back and forth, greedily taking me to the root. She's grown to be so uninhibited in the bedroom. I love that. I love her. With all my heart. There's no words to tell her how deep my love for her has grown already.

  I try to show her with my body, with my kisses, and caresses. And she, in turn, kisses and touches me with just as much passion. Our lovemaking starts sweet and gentle, a bonding of souls, but soon we both lose control. She claws at my back as I slam into her pussy, her cries of pleasure filling our bedroom. “Yes, yes, yes!” she screams, “Take me, fill me up! More, oh god, more!”

  Her dirty words drive me to new heights. My balls tighten to the point of pain, and I drill into her. She likes it sweet. She likes it rough. She likes it every way I give it to her. And always, she begs for more.

  This woman is my fucking dream woman. I am the luckiest man alive.

  I am on the verge of exploding, can barely breathe. I sit upright and stroke her clit, knowing that will send her over the edge. My teeth grit as I look down at her. Her lush breasts rising and falling. Little pink nipples hard, tempting. The stain of pink tinting her cheeks, her neck, her chest...

  “Oh god!” she screams. Her pussy grips my dick like a fist, and my cum explodes out of my balls, down my shaft. My orgasm is like a nuclear detonation, spreading out from my groin. I slam into her, shoving it deep inside. Over and over. Until every drop has been pushed out of me and her pussy is twitching around my cock.

  Wrung out, literally, I flop down on top of her, kiss the top of her head. Her forehead. Her eyelids.

  She squirms beneath me, and, assuming I'm crushing her, I do my best to life some of my weight off her. I'm too fucking tired to open my eyes, so I just lay there, spent, sucking in air, my muscles twitching and trembling.

  Something hard taps my shoulder.

  “Your present,” my wife says.

  “Later.”

  “No. Now.”

  I groan. “You made me cum so hard I swear my heart stopped,” I grumble.

  “You'll love this. I promise.”

  Anything for my wife.

  I drag my eyelids up. The box is tucked up against my side. I fumble with the ribbon, almost knocking the package onto the floor in the process. She giggles and holds it steady for me as I rip off the paper and tear off the top.

  Inside I find a small plastic stick.

  A stick with two lines blue lines in a little window. I've never held one of these things. But I know what it is.

  My heart slams. Tears burn my eyes.

  “We're having a baby,” my wife tells me, eyes red, lashes damp.

  A baby.

  That's it. My heart explodes and I bawl. Like a girl. Okay, not exactly, but some tears do leak out of my eyes. I can't help it. I'm blown away.

  This woman has given me so much already. Her heart. Her soul. And now she's given me the most precious gift of all. A family. To love and cherish forever.

  I'll spend the rest of my life showing her how grateful I am.

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  GAME ON

  ALEXA KAYE

  Copyright Alexa Kaye 2016

  I play fast and dirty, both on the field and in the bedroom. It's all a game. And this is one game I will win.

  Alexis Bennett is stubborn, smart...and has a body that makes grown men weep. I haven't stopped thinking about her since that night. Five years ago. Now that fate has brought her back into my life, I know I’m the man for her--the only man. She just doesn’t know it yet. I might be a player, but I'm not playing with Alex.

  I’m claiming her.

  Warning: This filthy, short, over-the-top story of a secret baby and second-chance-love contains page after page of Kindle-melting dirty stuff. If you want a long, heart-warming read with no hint of naughty, you need to find yourself another author. Alexa Kaye doesn't do sweet and wholesome.

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  Chapter 1

  Caleb

  “That was one hell of a game, Rogers!” coach says, clapping me on the back. He jerks his head at the pack of ice on my shoulder. “How’s the arm?”

  “Good,” I lie, adjusting the ice. This is my first game of the season and I'm flying high on fucking adrenaline. Fuck the pain. I love playing football. I've loved it since the first time I stepped onto a football field. Even then, I knew it was where I belong.

  “Good. That arm's gold, boy. Pure gold. It's taking you somewhere. Sooner than you think.”

  I like the sound of that.

  A lot.

  The last ten years of my life have been leading up to this.

  Workouts. Injuries.

  Conditioning every morning.

  Practices every evening.

  Training all summer, every summer.

  For ten years.

  It’s all been worth it. I’m finally playing pro ball. My dream has come true.

  Quarterback, Central High School

  Quarterback, Michigan State

  First round draft pick.

  Quarterback, Detroit Lions.

  I’m playing ball in my home state. And living the dream.

  Coach gives me another smack on the shoulder then heads out of the locker room. I toss the ice pack and just breathe.

  It’s quiet now. The interviews are over. Most of the players have gone home with friends, girlfriends, family.

  I don’t have any of those. At least, no girlfriend or wife. No kids. Never had time for relationships. Never had need of relationships, at least anything beyond a
casual fuck. Not since high school.

  Not since her.

  Shaking away a stray memory, I sling my bag over my shoulder.

  It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Alexis, aka Alex, Bennett. I don’t know why I’m thinking about her tonight.

  Maybe it's because I used to tell her I’d be an NFL player someday. We’d sit in her mother's rusty Caravan and share our dreams.

  My dream has come true.

  I wonder about hers...

  Damn, I’m sentimental tonight.

  Just for shits, I head out to the field. Lights are off now. Everyone’s gone. When I'm playing I don’t notice how huge the stadium is. But now, alone, I feel so small.

  What a fucking day. Time to go home.

  I head back to the parking garage. The team stays in a hotel every night before a game. We take a bus from our hotel to the stadium hours before so we have time to warm up. Even when it's a home game. I left my H2 parked in the stadium's garage to drive home afterward.

  I hit the button on the key pad and my Hummer greets me with a chirp.

  I jump in, toss my bag onto the passenger seat, start it up and back out of my parking space. Down the sloped levels I drive, toward the exit. But as I round the final corner before the gate I see a car on jacks.

  And the fine ass of a woman, bent over.

  My head tells me to stop and help.

  My sore, beat-to-hell body tells me to keep driving.

  My dick tells me to do anything I can to get acquainted with that ass.

  What the hell.

  I hit the brakes and jump out.

  “Dammit, you cock-sucker!” The curse, muttered by the owner of that fine backside, echoes through the empty space.

  “Can I help?” I ask as I approach, swallowing a chuckle.