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When she finally comes down from the high, she shifts to her side, and I slap her ass cheek. “Turn over, Ladybug. I’m about to come in my fucking pants, and there are so many better places to do that.”

She giggles, getting onto her hands and knees. It’s about the only position she can comfortably stay in with how big her belly has grown, although we’ve gotten pretty creative these past couple weeks. I swear she’s been even more insatiable than when we first got together.

I take a second to run my palms across the smooth skin of her ass. Leaning in, I bite her left cheek, making her screech in surprise.

She turns to glare over her shoulder. “Rude.”

“What? I couldn’t help it. Your ass is fucking delectable.” I rip my shirt off with hurried movements before yanking at the button of my pants and shoving them and my boxers down my hips.

Kylie’s biting her lip as she watches my every movement. I fucking love the way her eyes darken every time she sees me naked.

I grip my length, putting on a show just for her. Her tongue swipes at her bottom lip, and it pushes me right to the edge of feral.

Kneeling up onto the bed, I shove my face between her thighs, needing one more taste of her before I lose all sense of control.

Vibrating clatters through the room, and I ignore it at first, focusing all my attention on the sounds Kylie makes when I fuck her with my tongue.

The vibrating doesn’t stop, so I pull away from her to figure out where it’s coming from. I apparently set the cake box on top of Kylie’s dress and phone. Someone is calling her, making it vibrate against the box.

I double-check it’s not my parents, but when I see an unknown number on the screen, I know exactly who it is.

This fucker has no idea what he’s just interrupted.

I toss the phone onto the bed and then climb on behind Kylie. She frowns at me, straightening from her prone position.

“Answer his call.”

Her eyes widen at my tone. When she sees who’s calling, her face flushes. “You can’t be serious.”

“Do you want to give him a taste of his own medicine?” The call ends, and we both stare at the screen to see if he’ll call again. I don’t wait on that asshole. Whether he calls or not, I’m still going to ravish this woman until she can’t remember her own name.

I press kisses along her shoulder and down her spine. She hums in response, leaning forward onto her elbows.

Then her phone starts vibrating again. I don’t say a word, letting her decide what she wants to do. I focus my attention on her ass, sliding my fingers through her slit to see how ready she is for me.

“You’re so fucking soaked for me, Ladybug. I think someone likes the idea of showing that asshole what he’s missing,” I tease her.

She waves at me as if to silence me, answering the call like I had a feeling she would. “What?”

I spear my tongue straight into her pussy, and her whole body tenses. I can almost guarantee she’s biting her lip to stay quiet.

“Kylie. I need you to come home. Please. I’ll do whatever it takes. I can’t live without you,” Chris whines through the phone.

“You have to stop calling me, Chris. I’m never coming back. No matter what you say or do, you lost the chance to make things right a long time ago.”

After torturing her clit for a little while longer, I straighten and press the head of my cock to her entrance. This is fucking heady. A petty part of me is reveling in the fact that Kylie is fucking mine now. I fucking won, asshole.

And I don’t mean it as if Kylie is a toy. I finally got her away from the man who has only ever hurt her at every fucking turn. He’s never done what’s best for her, and now she’ll never go back to him.

I thrust my hips forward, wanting to crow with vindication.

“Oh, fuck,” Kylie tries to whisper. It’s still loud enough for Chris to hear.

“What are you doing?” His voice turns sharp.

I move my hips slowly, even though I’m dying to be loud enough for him to hear the slapping of skin.

“Nothing. Did you call for a reason or to continue dragging out the inevitable?”