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“Like this?” I ask, sliding my tongue inside.
“Yessssss…”
I put pressure on her clit with my tongue, and she explodes in my mouth, her cum dripping down my chin and onto my chest.
“Oh god, Bones!” she calls out, not even realising that I’ve moved from between her legs.
“Call me, Beckett,” I say, wiping my chin with the back of my hand and grinning at her triumphantly. “You should at least know my name, seeing as you’ll be having my baby.”
PSYCHOPATHS IN TUXEDOS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL
‘GLORY AND GORE’ – LOURDE
KOOKABURRA
I’ve never felt so sated in all my life. Waking up in bed to waves of pleasure still rolling over me from the night before is nirvana. I yawn and stretch, surprised when I hit two warm bodies, one either side of me. Deft fingers are idly playing with the ball of my clit piercing, turning me the fuck on all over again. I’m insatiable. I cannot get enough of these men.
“Ummm, good morning,” I murmur. “You both stayed.”
“As if we could leave after that,” Night says softly, kissing my cheek. I’m pretty sure it’s him playing with me.
“So last night was pretty…intense.”
“I think the word you’re looking for is amazing, princess,” Bones replies, kissing my right cheek and grinning at me. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
His hand skims my chest, down past my breasts until it comes to rest on my lower abdomen. I blush thinking of the words he whispered in the heat of the moment last night. why was it so fucking hot? Why is the moment making me clench with need again?
“I wonder if it worked,” he says, reverently, almost to himself.
“If what worked?” I ask, brows arched in confusion.
He grins at me, such a beautiful, distracting sight that I almost miss his response. “Knocking you up.”
I swallow hard. “You—”
“Meant every fucking word, princess. I’m not going to stop until my baby’s in your belly, and even then I probably won’t stop. I want you as close to permanently pregnant as can be.”
“She likes that,” Night tells him, before I can protest that he’s fucking crazy. He slides a finger into my wet pussy, and I know there’s no hiding the truth from him. “She’s soaked.”
It’s fantasy. His words are hot, yes. My body responds. I’ve never been desired beyond a quick fuck before, so the idea of someone wanting me, long term, wanting to keep me and cherish me and view me as good enough to be the mother of their children…of course it’s going to make me weak at the knees. But that doesn’t mean I want it to become my new reality.
If Bones is serious about knocking me up, I need to move up my appointment with the doctor to discuss birth control. I’ll just need to keep it a secret, because I think he’d absolutely make good on his threat to kill the doctor if she stands in the way of him getting what he wants.
I squeeze my thighs together to prevent Night from going any further and distracting me with sex, but I shoot him a sympathetic smile in apology.
“Sorry, I’m starving. Can we get breakfast?”
“It’s after noon, so I think you mean lunch, but yes. Go shower. We’ll see you in the dining room in a bit, princess,” Bones tells me with a kiss. He slips out from my sheets and is gone before I can even say goodbye.
Night captures my face between his tattooed hands and draws my full attention onto him. “Just to be clear, I want you pregnant with my baby just as much as Bones does. We’re not fucking around. And if last night didn’t do it, you bet we’ll both fight over you until it does.”
His kiss steals any protest or argument I might have had, and I lose myself in his claiming for several minutes. Just as I’m about to cry fuck it and climb on top of him, he pulls away with a knowing smirk.
“Shower. Touch yourself if you like, but don’t come. I want to be able to smell your arousal and frustration at breakfast.”
As fast as Bones left, he does too, and I’m silently cursing him for being such a tease.
I do as he says though, showering and bringing myself to the very brink of orgasm, then denying myself the release. Why? Because I crave his approval. When I see him I want him to know I did exactly as he said, and I want him to lavish me with praise. I’m a whore for it. Can’t get enough.
