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My heart beats like a battle drum for her, faster and faster to match her humping pace. I lick my lips to get another taste of her sweet spunk on my tongue. I swear to Christ, it makes me harder.
Josephine mewls. “I love how hard you get for me when I ride your fat dick. You make me dripping wet and my pussy ache.”
My ears perk up.Is my little Pixie talking dirty to me?This is new—and fuckingamazing. Pregnancy hormones are bringing out her nasty, and I love it.
Oh, I am going to roll with this. “Yeah, Pixie? How much do you love my cock?”
Josephine’s head rolls around, her eyes heated and sensual. “Love the way it fits snuggly in me and stretches me wide. Love how it drags against my tight walls. Love how it hits the back of my womb.”
Ah, hell.If she keeps talking like this, I’m going to nut myself before she’s ready. Holding her stare, I lick my thumb and work it between us, pressing against her precious clit. Josephine bucks hard against my hips, making me see stars for a second.
Josephine’s mouth falls open with a moan. One of her hands leaves my chest and grabs at her left perky breast. “That’s it,” she purrs. “Fuck me with your cock and thumb. Pump me full of your hot come and make me scream.”
Fucking fuck!The visual I have is porn-star heaven and every guy’s pin-up fantasy. I sit up and wrap my free arm around her waist, holding her in place while I pound her from the bottom. “You want it rough, Pixie?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “I love it when you dominate me.”
Sweet angles above.She’s never confessed it out loud before. Deep down I’ve always known it, but hearing her admit it…hot damn!
The beast in me can’t handle anymore. Making my own ninja move, I flip us on her back, never breaking connection. I push her legs up ‘till her knees are touching her shoulders and fuck her for all I’m worth.
The bed bounces across the floor from the impact of my thrusts, making the headboard connect with the wall again, and again, matching the pace of my beating heart—a beat that pounds for her—bang, bang, bang.
The moans coming from my woman have turned to full squeals of pleasure. Her nails dig into my back, spurring me on. The rougher she is, the more she feeds my inner beast.
“Harder. HARDER!”
“Any. Harder. And. You. Won’t. Be. Able. To. Walk. Down. The. Aisle,” I say between pumps, sweat dripping from my brow and mixing with hers on her chest.
Josephine’s inner walls start to contract as she writhes beneath me. She’s close, so fucking close, I can taste her musk perfuming the air. It’s my aphrodisiac, my Achilles heel. My balls tighten to solid rocks, ready to burst and flood her honey-pot with my seed, with my heart, with my love.
Josephine’s body shakes and her eyes roll back into her head. “Maceooo!” Her pussy squeezes around me ‘till my vision goes black and I explode like a bomb, pumping every last drop of me inside of her.
I collapse, drained and panting hard, with my dick still kicking inside of her. I didn’t know I had been holding my breath and nearly passed out from lack of oxygen. My vision returns and I roll on my back, taking Josephine with me. “I think I died and went to heaven.”
Pounding on our suite’s door startles us. “Atlas! Stop fucking my sister!”
Josephine and I both start sniggering. We should have remembered our bed is against the same wall Punk’s is on. The banging of our headboard probably was heard through the soundproof walls. “Sorry, bro!”
He pounds some more. “Not everyone gets up at six in the fucking morning. This ain’t basic training.” The knob rattles and Punk stomps in.
We need a deadbolt.
Josephine squeaks with embarrassment. I quickly cover her with the comforter, hiding her nakedness from view. “The fuck, dude?! A little privacy.”
Punk rolls his eyes. He stalks over to the closet and retrieves Josephine’s robe. He throws it on the bed and I snag it. She slips it on underneath the covers, and we both release a sigh of relief.
Punk stands beside our bed and folds his arms over his chest. “Save it for the honeymoon, you two.” He scowls at the wall where a good size dent is in the drywall. “We’re bolting the damn bed to the floor. I need my fucking beauty sleep.”
Unable to hold my shit together, I fall back on the pillows clutching my stomach. “You’ve been having way too many girl nights with Josephine if you believe you can make your ugly mug pretty with more sleep.”
Josephine slaps my chest. “Apologize. There’s no ugly in our family.”
“Yeah, apologize, bro—your bride orders it,” Punk says with a wry smile. “We all know I’m the best-looking asshole around this joint.”
“This shit again,” Gauge groans as he enters our suite. “Do I need to give you another ass whooping, boy?”
Flustered, I run a hand down my face. “Dude, why are you in here too?”
