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Chapter Ten

“Oh no you don’t, Detective Harris,” Fawn warned John. “The doctor said you’re still to take it easy. You just lay back.”

John grumbled. “He cleared me for sex, Fawn, and I will have my fiancée. How can you expect me to resist when you come out of the bathroom in that paper thin thing. Damn it, look at your nipples begging me to touch and taste.”

She grinned and wiggled them for his enjoyment. His cock grew out in an instant. She reached down and brushed it with her fingertips. He seized her hand and pressed it harder to him. “You’ll have all of me, baby,” she promised, “but I’m in charge here. You don’t get to be on top. Now, Big Daddy, let Mama please you.”

Excitement brimming in his eyes, he laid back on the pillows. She straddled his hips. The babydoll nightie she’d bought from Victoria Secret was sheer, and she’d known when she slipped into it after her shower that John would be drooling. She’d worn no bra, and her nipples were pebbled in clear view for him to see.

She raised the nightie up to reveal her matching white thong and tugged at one strap. “Do you like my thong too?”

He panted. “Hell yes.”

She giggled. His cock shifted under her. She leaned back and explored inside his pajama bottoms to find the treasure she loved. “Yummy, look what I found.” She tugged it free of the confining material and ran her hand from base to tip. John groaned, his head dipping back. “You’ve worked hard, detective. I think you deserve a reward.”

She scooted down his body and lowered her head toward his cock. John seemed ready to explode. He watched with an intent expression as she stuck out her tongue to sample the precome rising from his tip. John let out a curse. She raised her head. “You’ve reverted to old ways, John. Maybe you don’t deserve a treat.”

“Fawn, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to injure myself and take you by force.”

She laughed. “You’d never do that.”

His eyes narrowed. “Try me.”

Sticking his shaft into her mouth, she cupped his balls and lowered her mouth as far as she could. She sucked hard and rose up again. John fisted her hair. Loving his flavor, she engulfed much of his length, twirled her tongue over the head, and coaxed him to give her his flow. John’s balls contracted. She knew he’d burst soon, so she pumped his erection faster.

“Ah, baby, you’re going to make me come. How I love you,” he roared. She lifted her gaze from his cock and watched him enjoy what she was doing to him. She drew back a little until only his head extended between her lips. A squeeze and a forceful milking brought him to a head. His come shot into her mouth, and to her lover’s delight, she drank down every drop.

When she sat up from him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, John put a hand out to her. She climbed higher on the bed and nestled carefully over him but not putting too much pressure on his wound. He’d come a long way, but she wasn’t taking any chances. He meant everything to her.

“You are the most amazing woman on the planet,” he told her. “And to think I was stupid enough to almost give you up.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well you know men aren’t the brightest spots in the universe.”

He squeezed her ass. “Naughty. You’re going to get it when I’m one hundred percent.”

“Promises, promises.”

To her surprise and pleasure, he pushed aside her thong, and his shaft, already hard again, glided up her slick channel. Fawn moaned. For a man weak with an injury, John was strong enough to raise her hips and place her in the center of his body. He tugged her legs open and drove himself deeper.

“You were saying?”

She could do nothing but moan and grind into his hips. Slow and easy, they made love, Fawn closing fast on her climax. Moans escaped her and with
 
her eyes fluttered closed, she let John control their rhythm. Even on his back, the man was a force, and all she wanted was to have him hold her, to have him deep inside her forever like he was.

When she came, she tried to keep still, but John squeezed her ass and drove harder into her. She cried out his name, and her core muscles clenched around his cock until she couldn’t help herself. She rode him, bouncing along his thick rod and bracing herself on one hand. John pulled her tighter to him, and then she felt his release. He groaned, keeping their hips gyrating together for along time.

Afterward when they came down to Earth, John rolled her to her back, and she snuggled up to him. “You okay?”

“Are you kidding? I’m perfect. A little soreness isn’t going to stop me from enjoying that.”

She sat up. “Oh no, I got out of control. Let me get your medicine.”

He caught her before she could get off the bed and hauled her back to him. “Stay right here with me, Fawn. Always.”

“I will.”

They laced their fingers together, and Fawn began to drift off. As she slipped into dream land, she wondered when would be a good time to tell him she’d missed her period and the early test she’d taken had come out positive. At last, she had what she’d thought she could never have. She had a family of her own.

The End

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