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Luc
“Luc… I’m sorry… I didn’t do it on purpose… I… I… I’m pregnant… with twins.”
My mind blanks. It cannot comprehend her words as though French is my only language. I stare, mouth agape.
Pregnant? With twins? How is it possible?
I mean, I know how.
But Blair is on birth control. At least, that’s what she told me. If she were someone else, I would conclude she was conniving to land a multibillionaire. But she’s not. It’s Blair. Ma Petite Fille. Ma Chérie. The woman I love. Pregnant with my babies.
The reality hits me, and I stagger back.
I assumed she wanted to break up with me after the tabloid fiasco. My mind was set to deal with persuading her to stay with me and not let an outside source destroy our relationship. Pregnant? That’s what she wants to tell me?
The backs of my legs hit a chair. I plop down and lean my elbows on my knees, head cradled in my hands. My eyes close as visions of Carole’s growing belly flicker across the lids. Then my heart clenches at the sight of her in extreme pain and exhaustion as she attempts to give birth to Lucas. Her last plea for me to care for our son. To never let him forget his Maman. And I couldn’t do that. She did, as she holds him in her arms in the same casket buried six feet in the earth.
My chest tightens. A sob rips from my very soul.
“I’m so sorry, Luc. Please… Please forgive me.”
Blair’s sweet voice combined with her arms around my shoulders pulling my head to her breasts save me from reliving the nightmare of my wife and first son’s deaths. Blair rocks me even as her tears wet my hair. Her soft words soothe me. But her tears trigger my protective instinct.
Blair is pregnant with my twin babies. Mine.
I scoop her from kneeling before me and place her on my lap. My hands cup both sides of her face as I bring her eyes level with mine. She swallows as more tears spill down her reddened cheeks. Even sad, her beauty with the additional glow of motherhood shines through. She’s radiant. And I do not want to see her cry.
My mouth slants over hers. I take advantage of her gasp to slip my tongue inside. It coaxes hers until, with a sigh, it tangles with mine. My fingers slide into her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss. She moans. My cock hardens instantly.
I tug at her leggings until I free one leg, then unzip my trousers. Her hands scrabble at my boxer briefs. I groan as she fists my cock and yank her thong aside. She rises to align my tip with her pussy. My hands grip her hips, locking her in place before I thrust up into her wet warmth. We cry out as one.
Her pussy walls grip me as she stretches to accommodate my girth and length. Her soft cries harden my cock further. I want to pound into her but need to give her a moment. When her hips roll, I take it as my cue.
Fingers tighten on her hips. Thighs and ass flex. I piston in and out of her pussy, groaning as her juices coat my cock. She moans deep in her throat with each stroke of her G-spot. Her pussy walls flutter. I thrust faster. She throws her head back and screams as the orgasm shatters her. I fuck her through the aftershocks, wanting at least two more before I chase my release.
Her fingernails dig into my back as she clings to me. I lean against the pillows to change the angle of entry. She keens as my cock drives deeper. Her inner thighs tighten around the outside of mine as her body trembles with a second orgasm. She tosses her head, eyes squeezed shut.
I rise from the sofa to fuck her standing. She bounces on my cock, screaming her pleasure. Tits jiggle with each thrust. My mouth waters to suckle her nipples.
“Remove your sweater.”
She scrambles to pull it off and tosses it with her bra to the floor, all while I continue to pound her slick pussy.
My mouth descends on a plump, dark pink nipple. I suck. Hard. She squeals. My cock pulses, eager to let loose. My heavy balls draw up. But I want one more orgasm from her. My mouth switches to her other nipple, laving, nipping, sucking. Her pussy clenches as her hands and legs tighten around me. One. Two. Three thrusts, and she cums screaming my name.
I spin around to face the sofa, withdraw, and stand her by the armrest. I press a hand between her shoulder blades. She braces her hands on the seat, head low, ass high. I kick her ankles to widen her stance, grip her hips, and impale her on my cock. I growl as her pussy constricts around me.
An electric spark ignites at the base of my skull and shoots down my spine. The backs of my legs tingle. My controlled thrusts become wild, faster, harder. The electricity zings my sac, and I rise onto the balls of my feet, lifting her hips into the air to meet my strokes. She wails as her body convulses from another intense orgasm. My seed barrels from my balls and shoots from my tip. Copious amounts of my seed coat her fertile womb, enough to put another baby inside of her. I roar as I mark her again.
“Mine!”
I pound into her until the last drop leaks from my bulbous tip, then lower her to her feet on jelly like legs. My cock slips out. I watch as my cum drips from her full pussy, down her inner thighs, and pools at her feet. My still hard cock bobs against my abs, eager for more.
She sags against the armrest, but I lift her into my arms, kick off my trousers, and carry her to my bedroom suite. With a sated sigh, she buries her face against my chest. Inside the bedroom, I lay her on the navy blue silk duvet and remove her leggings and thong. Her eyes flutter close as she curls onto her side.
I walk to the en suite bathroom for a warm, wet cloth and wipe our combined juices from her pussy lips and thighs. I pull the duvet and sheets back and slip her beneath them. For a moment, I watch her sleep entranced by her soft flushed face, kiss-swollen lips, and steady breaths. Certain she sleeps peacefully, I stride to the bathroom and take a quick shower. Returning to the bedroom, I place a call. Then I slide behind her, spooning my body around hers.
