Love Conquers All
flipped her over then moved the pillows. Then I pulled her to the foot of the bed, her legs pressed against my chest. I slipped inside her and moved deep and fast. Her arms stayed over her head and she moaned with me. My hands held her legs tightly and I thrust into her. The view of her below was sexy as hell. It was impossible not to come with her. How could I not? I kissed her legs as I moved into her, loving how good her pussy felt. It was the Disneyland of pussies.
    When I was about to come again, I removed the binding around her ankles then opened her legs. I leaned over her and pressed my face close to hers. Then I went to town again. My bed hit the wall so hard, I knew it would leave a mark. But I didn’t care. It felt too good. She looped her arms around my neck and held onto me. I stared at her giggling tits as I pounded into her. It was a beautiful sight. I felt dirty, but it felt right at the same time. It wouldn’t have felt this good with anyone else. It had to be with her.
    When she moaned loudly and clenched around me, I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was. I gave her all the pleasure I could and moved into her with precision. When she loosened around me, I knew she was finished.
    I wanted to keep going but I knew I wouldn’t last. A gorgeous woman was tied up and lying on my bed. The fact that I loved her and knocked her up made it a million times better. I removed her mouthpiece then gave her a hot kiss, finding my release at the same moment. I breathed into her mouth, feeling my cock throb as I released inside her. It felt so good. I had a lot of amazing orgasms with Cassandra and that definitely made the top ten.
    I immediately undid the bond around her wrists and pulled off her mask. “Happy birthday to me.”
    She smirked then rested her hands on my neck, pulling me to her. “You liked that?”
    “There are no words…” I lay beside her and snuggled with her. After that amazing fucking, I just wanted to go to bed. Having her in my arms was a sleeping pill. She completed me.
    “See, your birthday isn’t so bad.”
    “But I’ve never gotten a gift that awesome.”
    “Now I know what to get you every year.”
    “How about every day?” My hand moved to her stomach.
    “Maybe on special occasions…”
    I growled.
    “I want the same thing on my birthday.”
    “Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “You want me to tie myself up and lay on our bed, just so you can take advantage of me?”
    “Yep.” She was practically purring.
    “Why do we have to wait for your birthday? Let’s do that now.”
    She chuckled. “You’re ready to go again?”
    “Well…maybe in like half an hour. After coming that hard, I don’t think I’ll be up for a short while.”
    She sat up then unclasped her bra. “Take a shower and get ready.”
    “Why?” I pulled her back to me. “It’s my birthday. I want to snuggle with you.”
    “Well, too bad. We’re going out.”
    “What happened to letting the birthday boy decide?”
    “Who said anything about that?” She gave me a playful look. “Now get your ass ready.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I said so. I’m taking you out to dinner.”
    “How about we order in and I eat everything off you?”
    Cassandra gave me a firm look. “I planned dinner so you better get ready.”
    I eyed her suspiciously. “Everyone is going to be there, aren’t they?”
    She didn’t look at me. “Just get ready!”
    “I don’t want to have a birthday party.”
    “That’s too bad.”
    “I want to stay here with you and my baby.”
    “Stop whining.”
    I chuckled, loving her no bullshit attitude. It was hot. “Okay. Fine.”
    “Now hurry.” She removed her garters and I was sad to see them go.
    “Can we do it again when we get back?” I asked hopefully.
    “I thought I was tying you up?” The playful look was back.
    I jumped to my feet. “Alright. Let’s get this dinner over with ASAP.”

7
    Cortland
    Mike had his surprise birthday party tonight, so I showered

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