James.
I almost came right then. Becca didn’t mind if I got her pregnant again.
Hell, now I was going to make it my mission.
I pushed into her with a groan, relishing the sublime feeling of being inside her again. The time we’d spent having angry sex on the jet hadn’t been nearly enough.
“Ohhh… yeah. F*ck me,” Becca said, digging her fingernails into my shirt.
Apparently being a frequent flier in the mile-high club wasn’t enough for her, either.
I gripped Becca’s hips and started drilling her hard. She yowled and begged and came quickly.
Feeling her squeeze around my c*ck made me c*m inside her. I pushed into her as deep as I could, making her body take every drop.
I stayed that way a long time so none of my seed escaped while Becca and I panted.
“Are you going to pull out?” Becca finally asked after several minutes.
“Only if you’re going to suck me hard and we go again,” I growled.
Becca shivered.
