Married to the Beasts (Sin City Beasts #4)

by Stephanie Brother

I cover the back of her body with mine and lean in close. “Can you take more, babe?” When she nods and lets out a ragged breath, I lift one of her legs and push in deeper. “Fuck me, Conal,” she says, and my god, I could fall in love with this woman. I rub my finger over her clit in time with my thrusts until she starts to come apart again. “Oh! Oh, fuck!” Her cries, the sounds of our bodies slapping together, the scent of her filling the shower, the incredible sensation of her tight, wet heat gripping me like a vise—all of it spurs me on even when I want this to last forever. All too soon, lightning shoots down my spine and my balls tighten. “Oh, shit!” I don’t know where the clarity comes from, but not a second too soon, I realize I’m not wearing a condom. Hastily, I pull out just as I start to come like a volcano, thick threads of cum erupting out of me, streaking Hazel’s backside with white. Fuck. I always use protection, always. I can’t believe I forgot, and I doubt my sweet little virgin bride is on birth control. Correction: Formerly-virgin. I don’t buy into the concept of virginity as some sort of virtue or prize, but it feels damn good to know I was the first one to give her this experience. More shocking than the fact that I went ungloved is the sudden realization that the thought of Hazel pregnant with my kid doesn’t bother me. At all. In fact, a part of me I didn’t know existed until right this minute is silently rooting for her to get knocked up. Turning Hazel ...