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I squeeze Justin’s hand and then wipe the moisture out of my eyes.
Rather than scoff and tell us off, Brianna smiles as wide as her brother.
“Excellent,” she grins and hits the intercom to yell for their father. “Tell me all about it.”
11
REMI
It feels so good to be underneath him. To have all his weight forcing me into the mattress. My arms are pinned over my head, not with the straps, but with Justin’s hand pressing my wrists together. My hands are tingling where the bones grind against one another, but it’s worth it. It's so worth it, the way Justin’s body stretches above me.
"You feel so amazing, baby. So tight around my cock. You taste so fucking good."
It's worth it to have Justin’s other hand cradle my face and his thumb hold my chin open as he tangles his tongue with mine.
I'm bent like a pretzel underneath him, with one knee over his shoulder and the other around his waist. He's in me so deep that his balls are slapping my ass with every glide of his hips, but still, he crowds me further, fucks me harder. He demands everything I can give him, then always asks for more.
"Justin,” I moan.
I'm on the cusp, desperate to come but determined to make this feeling last for as long as possible.
His entire being shudders when I say his name. Justin’s back arches and his toes curl, and his hips snap like he’s stuck his finger in a light socket.
I did that to him. I did.
"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Actually—"
I whimper when Justin pulls out, then snap my mouth shut at the knowing smirk that spreads across his face. Why's he always gotta be so damn cocky? Why am I making grabby hands and attempting to link my legs around his back like a toddler who lost his favorite toy?
"Fuck, I love you," he hisses before he drops all his weight on my chest and thrusts his tongue into my open mouth.
I huff in pain as a hundred-and-eighty pounds of Justin unexpectedly flops onto my ribs, then choke on my laughter as he launches himself from the bed and almost falls over in his rush to the closet.
The only way he could get more puppy-dog-like would be if he had a damn tail. What are we going to do when we have both a toddler and Justin?
My smile runs free at the thought.
"What in the hell are you doing, man?"
I lift up on my elbow and raise my voice so that it'll carry over whatever nonsense he's getting into in the other room.
"Getting marital aids," he yells back.
Marital aids? What sort of madness is he cooking up now?
“I was about two strokes away from coming all over myself. We don’t need aids, J. Come back and fuck me some more.”
There’s a scuffle, and a huff, then Justin is back, dragging the floor-length mirror with him. I shove up to a sitting position and slide to the edge of the bed. My heart is in my throat as Justin positions the monstrosity off to the side, where you can see the bed and half of the room in its reflection.
"I want you to see what you look like when you’re screaming my name and riding my cock.”
I—
Justin falls onto his reading chair and smirks at me ear to ear. He shakes out his hand, and for the first time, I notice the black rubber band in his hand. Fucking—it’s not a band.
I shake my head, and my flagging erection thickens between my legs.
He rises to his feet and walks around to the bedside table, getting the bottle of lube from the drawer and tossing it onto the edge of the bed. Then he takes the rubber circle and dunks the entire thing into the coconut oil on the warmer.
