The city felt different now.
No more sneaking around. No more lies. Just John Larry and me, officially together in the apartment that was now ours.
I woke up to the familiar weight of his arm draped possessively across my waist, his hard c**k nestled against my ass. Sunlight filtered through the blinds as his lips found the back of my neck.
“Morning, Mrs. Larry to be,” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers dipping between my thighs. I was already wet.
“John…” I gasped as two thick fingers slipped inside me, curling perfectly. He rocked against me from behind, slow and lazy, kissing my shoulder while his thumb circled my c**t.
Within minutes I was moaning, pushing back against him. He entered me in one smooth thrust, bare and deep, groaning m
