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I swallow under his scrutiny. “I want to keep you pregnant.” His large palm strokes circles on my stomach, and I desperately need him.
“Shaw—” I lick my lips. “I need you.”
His eyes light up with lust and his nostrils flare. “Go get your toy from out of your drawer.” My eyes dart to the drawer beside the bed, my cheeks pinkening at the thought of Shaw knowing about it. “Emi”—his voice is firm—“be a good girl and do as I ask.”
I scurry off the bed and open the drawer, moving aside my book to grab the bright-pink vibrator.
“Come here, baby. Climb onto my lap.” Shaw sits on the edge of the bed, holding one hand out for me while the other strokes his cock. The fact that this man can get hard so quickly must be some kind of record.
I take his hand, and he spins me so my back is against his chest but not close enough to touch. His hard cock pokes into me as he works his fist up and down in the space between us.
“Fuck, Emi. You’re going to lean forward, baby, and I’m going to stuff my cock in your ass, okay?”
I nod at his words.
“My cum is dripping from your pussy, and I’m not going to let it go to waste.”
I whimper. “Okay.” What more can he possibly have in store for us?
“Good girl. I need to use my cum to lube your tight little asshole.” Again, I whimper, and Shaw chuckles. “Lean forward, baby.” He presses on my spine, encouraging me to lean forward. Two fingers glide around my pussy, then dip inside, and taking our combined wetness, he drags it over my forbidden hole.
When he pushes one finger inside my asshole, I tense a little, and Shaw hisses through his teeth. “Fuck, I love how goddamn tight this is.” His warm breath touches my back as he places gentle kisses down my spine while he adds another finger into my ass. “Good girl,” he coos. My pussy clenches on his words. “Such a good fucking girl.”
He positions the engorged head of his thick cock against my hole. “Switch your toy on, baby. Rub it against your clit.” I do as he asks, loving his dominance and the feeling of security when one of his arms bands around my bump to hold us. I buck against the vibration on the toy, my clit tender from the multiple orgasms. But Shaw holds me firmly in place, leaving me no choice but to hold the toy against me. He uses the opportunity to slide the tip of his cock inside my tight hole. “Fuck,” he pants. “Such a good girl for taking my thick cock in this tiny hole.”
I moan and my head drops forward, but Shaw has other ideas as he inches his cock deeper and wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back. “Look in the mirror.” His dark voice sends a shiver over my exposed body as he pushes farther inside, making me wince at the burn yet moan at the pleasure. My body is at an intoxicating war with itself. My eyes latch onto his in the mirror, and his fierce gaze matches my own, consumed with one another as though the hunger will never truly be satisfied.
His jaw clenches and his grip tightens as he rams up into me, making me jolt with the force and reminding me to use the vibrator. “Good girl. Push it into your pussy, Emi.”
“Oh god,” I moan.
“Push it in, Red.”
My body floods with scorching heat as I move the toy to my opening and push it inside. “Ram it in, baby.” He grunts as he fucks me ruthlessly. “Ram it all the way fucking in.”
The room is filled with our groans and the slapping of our bodies.
I shove the vibrator higher, stretching my pussy open. The sensation of feeling completely full and stretched is incredible. “Oh god, Shaw. Don’t... don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” My fingernails dig into his thigh, no doubt leaving him with scratches.
“Fuck no, I’ll never stop. My dirty girl taking two cocks, goddamn. Mine.” He leans forward and bites my neck, sending me spiraling toward an orgasm.
“Oh. Oh fuck, Shaw. Jesus.”
“Tell me you want my cum in your ass.”
“I want it. I want it in my ass.”
“Fucking take ittt!” His cock expands, shooting his cum inside me. “Fucking my pregnant wife’s tight little ass.” His palm finds my bump, and I give in to the raging inferno as my jaw drops open when I come so hard I see blackness and my body drops lax.
I’m vaguely aware of Shaw’s chest heaving and the beat of his heart against my back as he maneuvers me, the gentle kiss to my head as he places me in bed, and the tender words to bump, “You mean the world to me,” as he tugs the sheets around us.
I only wish his words were meant for me too.
TWENTY-ONE
SHAW
Iglance around the waiting area again. My eyes lock onto a couple with a small child; they smile down at him lovingly, and it makes my heart constrict with an empty feeling of never having that love as a child. Emi squeezes my hand, making my eyes dart toward hers. Sympathy and understanding ooze from them, forcing an overwhelming urge to protect her and our bump to resurface.
