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Once I’m in position, I hear the cap of the lube click, then the icy-cold relentlessness of the plug as Freddy pushes it into my bottom.
“Always so wet and ready for me, Petal,” he says as he presses the head of his cock against my pussy.
He slides into me and lays over my back as he rocks his hips, slow and gentle. He nips at my shoulder, then sucks hard. “I love you, Alex. I’ve got two weeks, and I’m going to spend every moment of it showing you just how much. I hope you’re not too tired, because I’m not going to last much longer this time around, and I want to fuck you once more before I go to sleep.”
He reaches around and traps my clit between two fingers and rubs while he continues to fuck me in long, lazy strokes.
“Come for me, Petal. I want to feel you come hard around my cock.”
He rubs my clit faster, but never changes the motion of his hips. Soon I’m coming so hard, I can’t hold back my rasping groans. “That’s it, Petal. Keep coming, I’m almost there.” He speeds up his thrusts, and I can’t contain the joy I feel when he moans in my ear as he comes deep inside me.
He lifts himself off me. “Turn over baby.” As I turn over, he repositions so he’s kneeling at my head. “I need you to clean me up and get me hard.” He smacks my clit for emphasis, making me reach down to sooth the sting. “Bad girl. Clearly your hands need to be kept busy so they don’t interfere with my fun. Cup your tits and don’t let go until I tell you. Now open. I want you to take my cock all the way down.”
I cup my breasts and open wide, eager to taste him. Eager to swallow him whole.
He’s recovering quickly and as his cock grows in my mouth, the only way for it to go is down and I swallow against every new inch. He pulls back, then thrusts forward. “Such a good girl, Petal. I’m going to fuck this throat for a bit while I decide where I want to come. I want to do everything all at once.”
He pulls out, then. “No. Not in your mouth. I want to come in your pussy again. Scootch up and spread your legs wide. I want to see you as I come inside you this time. I want you gaze into those beautiful green eyes while I love you.”
This time, when he enters me, it’s hard, fast, and brutal. He slams his body into mine like a man possessed. I watch his face as he fucks me. Loves me. Because this man is contradictions. He’s shown his love can be as savage as it is gentle.
26
Alfred
It’s been justover a week since the news of Alex’s pregnancy and our relationship became public. And if there’s one thing I am confident I did right, it was to pull Pippa from school for two weeks. I’m actually considering taking her out for longer. The press has been relentless.
They tried to interview Peter. That went about exactly as I expected it would. He told them he was offended that he had to find out in the papers like everyone else, then called me to reassure me that we’re good and he was only messing them about. He also said he wouldn’t have trusted him with a secret that big either.
Things on the home-front have gone well, so far. A little friction here and there, but nothing significant. Today we’re going out for lunch. Nothing fancy, just the local chippy. Then we’re off to Finleigh Park to visit Pippa. The press know she’s there, but the grounds are secure and Alex’s parents added an extra protection detail.
Alex pokes her head into the study. “Are you ready?”
“I am.” Grabbing my wallet and keys, I follow her to the front door.
As we pull out of the drive onto the main road, a tail of four cars and three motorbikes pulls in behind.
“Well, I guess today isn’t the day that things calm down. They want photos of you, the least flattering the better, and I bet there’s big money to be had for the first photo of our baby bump,” Alex points out.
“That’s utterly insane.”
“It is. I have an idea. What if we picked a press photographer and gave them an exclusive once there’s an actual bump to photograph?”
“It’s your body.”
“It is. And consent is everything. There will be a photo at some point that will make some photographer a lot of money. We may as well pick someone we want.”
“If that’s what you would like to do, then I’m going to support you. Absolutely.”
Lunch at the chippy was entirely uncomfortable. Not only were the paps outside with their cameras pointed at us, photographing our every move, we were being stared at by most of the other patrons.
“How do you deal with all this?” I ask.
“It’s always been like this for me. I’ve had reprieves, but never a time where it didn’t exist. You might find it helpful to talk with Charlotte about it.”
The press have impressive stamina. They were waiting for us as we left Finleigh Park after supper and followed us to the bottom of our drive.
“It’s so nice to be home,” Alex says as we pull up in front of the cottage. It’s the first time she’s called it home, and it gives me hope that she’ll stay.
