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“Nothing.”
I tut at him, shaking my head. “Don’t lie to me, baby. I can see your cute little blush?—”
“I’m not cute.”
“And that adorable little pout?—”
“I’m not pouting.” He narrows his eyes, and it’s so funny.
I giggle, and he lifts his head, attempting to bite my wrist. I laugh even harder, pulling it away from him. “What do you and Max want?”
“We’ve got a bit of a breeding kink,” Alex mutters before reaching over to cover his face with the pillow.
“Oh.” I tilt my head, his words washing over me properly. “Oh.”
“Yes. Oh.” He groans into the pillow, and I smirk, rocking over him slightly. “What are you doing?”
“I could find a breeding kink a little hot,” I murmur, and he tentatively raises the pillow. His cheeks have a little bit of a blush, his beard hiding most of it, and his eyes are raking over my face as he assesses my truth.
But deep down, he can feel my intrigue, my eagerness, and my desire.
“You could?”
I nod, grinning at him. “I’m on birth control. But that doesn’t mean you can’t… try.”
He laughs a little. “That’s not how it works.”
I lean in closer and whisper in his ear, “So, if I begged you to fill me up with your cum, to put a baby in me? If I begged you to take me over and over until my entire inside was coated with your cum?”
He shivers, becoming putty under my touch.
I rock back and forth over him, feeling him grow harder under me. “It’ll be a shame,” I whisper, letting my teeth brush against his earlobe, “if I have to do all the work here, and this cum you’re going to give me gets wasted, now won’t it?”
His want is like a tsunami in my chest, I can feel it building and growing, and I reach down, pick up his hand, and rest it on my stomach.
He groans.
“Please, Alex, think how full my belly will feel when you’re through with me.”
And he snaps.
He grabs my hips, lines up, and fills me in one fluid motion.
I gasp but grin, and I’m very content to spend my nap time doing this instead.
Or really… doing him.
38
MAIA
“I’ve got her,” Kane says, gesturing for me to enter the bathroom. Phoebe woke up from her last nap of the day before bedtime and wanted to be fed. I obliged, even when she pooped all over herself and me.
I cleaned her, gave her more milk, and then cleaned the spit up, too. I’m covered in poo, sick, and honestly, probably some gravy from dinner.
I want a shower. I need a shower.
So I’m not going to argue.
