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My gaze snaps over to him as he softly sings to the baby, something about a knife and slicing. His black shirt strains against his biceps as he cradles her in his arms, swayingfrom side to side. I love seeing his dangerous, big hands holding her little head so carefully as she sucks away happily at her bottle while staring up at Tey with a content look. I must have gasped or moaned. I don’t fucking know or care. I’m so turned on right now that I’m surprised the wetness pooling between my thighs isn’t sliding down my legs.
“You've got a little bit of drool, peaches." Tey smirks knowingly, leaning forward to swipe his thumb over the corner of my mouth.
I would deny it and be embarrassed, but seeing him hold the baby distracts me enough not to care. Sharing his safe space with me while cradling the cute baby with his big bicep and holding her so gently is making me almost dizzy. Seeing him caring for the foster kids and wanting the best for them warms my heart. It also makes my ovaries explode, making my temperature rise with the need to demand Tey put a baby in me. Little Teys running around, causing chaos. They might turn out to be cute little psychos like their daddy, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Tey?" I croak out, feeling flushed.
"Yes, precious?" He's glancing down at baby Izzy, but he whips his head up so fast at my next words that I'm afraid he's got whiplash.
"I wonder if our children will have your eyes or mine?" I hum in thought, biting my lip to contain my giggle as he mouths the wordfuckas he stares at me with wide, excited, bright blue eyes.
"Don't tease me, Tillie," he says so seriously all of a sudden. "I'll put a baby in you so fast, awake or sleeping. My cum is the only thing you'll feel between those juicy thighs until you're pregnant, and then I'll do it all over again for baby number two."
My legs actually tremble, and I feel fucking weak in the knees.
Must. Remember. Now. Is. Not. The. Time. For. Kids.
“Shit.” Tey’s face is set in stone, his pupils dilating as he storms out of the room with the baby without another word.
I stand there next to his bed, shaking my head to clear it, wondering if I should have followed him.
“I want your panties off and your ankles by your ears. Now. Don’t make me repeat myself. You have two seconds to get into position so I can devour this fucking pussy.” Tey’s voice in my ear makes me jump, choking on a gasp as I spin around to see him standing not even an inch away without the baby.
“W-What happened to Izzy?” I ask with a slight quiver in my voice as I stare at his empty hands.
“She’s with Gloria. I threatened Gloria that I'd cut her up in tiny pieces and feed her scraps to the hungry stray dogs around the neighborhood if she didn’t take care of the baby,” he says with a shrug and then suddenly moves quicker than I can follow. His big hand curls around my throat, making me gasp in surprise. “Do I need to repeat myself, Peaches? Believe me when I say you don’t want me to because I’ll have to edge you for hours by licking this gorgeous pussy,” he emphasizes by squeezing my throat hard enough that my breath cuts off.
I flood my underwear, wondering if he’ll choke me until I pass out? Will he continue to eat me out even if I’m not conscious? What does that say about me when he squeezes my throat in a rhythm with the opening and closing of his hand, and my pussy matches the beat?
I need more of his crazy.
“Ca-Can you use your knife?” I gulp around his hand, my gaze burning into his as my body shivers in excitementunder the pressure he adds with each word out of my mouth.
“Fuck. You know I can’t say no to you, my little snickerdoodle.” Tey applies pressure with a deep, dark chuckle escaping him, leaning over me as I fall back on his bed with him towering over me.
He stares at me for a second without blinking, his one arm bulging with muscles as he holds his body up over mine while he chokes me out with his other hand. I know he’s holding back because out of the corner of my eye, I see his fist near my head clench his bedspread.
“Do it,” I rasp out with noticeable excitement and desire.
I can’t help grasping his wrist until my fingers are gliding up to his knuckles, encouraging him to squeeze tighter.
“You kill me in the most beautiful way, Tillie.” His thumb and index tighten to the point black dots fill my vision, his face fading in and out until I can see his bright blue eyes. “Don’t move.”
Gasping for breath and coughing with an inhale of air once he lets go of me, I watch him push up until he’s kneeling between my spread thighs with a wicked smile curving his perfect, sculpted lips. He reaches into his right boot and pulls out his knife, which reflects the sunlight coming in from his bedroom window. I’ve seen him polish his knife at the kitchen table for hours and talk to the shiny metal as if it’s a person. Even though I asked for this, I can’t help gulping loudly as he drags the tip of the blade down the column of my throat as I arch my neck back. I trust him completely, but it’s still scary as fuck, yet oddly exhilarating.
Hot.
At this rate, I should stop wearing underwear because they are constantly soaking wet.
I squirm as he draws his knife back and forth, oh soslowly, across my collarbone and down between my breasts. It almost tickles until he nics me on purpose, breaking through my skin and drawing a straight line of blood across my left breast.
“So pretty. I want to mark you so badly it physically hurts not to see my cuts on your skin like a map.” He bends down, his blonde hair tickling my neck as his long, smooth tongue licks the blood away as I stare up at the ceiling, moaning.
“Shh. You need to be quiet, or I’ll stop. It’s been my dream to see you in my bed, Sweet Cherry. Don’t make a sound.” I tilt my head down, my gaze clashing with his as he stares up at me between my breasts with bloody lips.
He licks his bottom lip, skimming over the hoop piercing on the right side of his mouth. My chest heaves, knowing I’m going to be feeling his lip ring and tongue piercing really fucking soon.
“Please,” I whisper with a whimper as he places his knife between his teeth. He then crawls backwards on his knees while staring at me the whole time until his thighs brush against my feet.
