Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

Shaking my head again, I shove her hand away, pushing her ass into the
glass behind it.
“I’m fucking going to, little one.” Taking my cock in my hand, I pump
once, positioning myself at her entrance. “And you’re going to wish you
hadn’t opened that door. By the time I’m done with you, I’ll have pumped
you so full, it’ll be seeping out of your pores. You’re going to sweat me, and
no one else is ever going to touch you again.”
With my free hand, I grip her chin, forcing eye contact, and then I press
inside of her, slowly sheathing the entire length in her wet heat.
She cups the back of my head, pulling me into a hot, openmouthed kiss,
and we moan together as our bodies join, legitimizing our marriage and
solidifying my obsession once and for all.