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Then I come to my senses and roll her off Night, onto her back on the mattress, so that I can slam her legs closed and elevate them up above my head. With one firm hand on her ankles, I keep them there.
“What—”
“It gives the best chance,” I tell her, though I have no idea if it’s true or not. Surely it must help? If my semen’s on the bedsheets it’s not knocking her up.
Night chuckles as he gets off the bed and disappears into the en suite, presumably to get cleaned up. He pauses at the door and turns back to us. “I’ll run her another bath.”
“Not too hot,” I warn him.
“Best chance of what?” Kayla asks.
“Getting you pregnant.”
“I thought—”
“You thought what, princess? That it was a game? Dirty talk designed to get you off? That I just used you for my own pleasure and I didn’t give a fuck about you?” I ask, my voice harsh.
She looks down, embarrassed and shakes her head. “No, I didn’t mean that.”
“What did you mean?” I growl, grasping her chin with my free hand and forcing her eyes back to mine. “Did you think I’d just said that shit to get you worked up?”
“I wasn’t sure what to think,” she whispers.
“You trust me, right?”
“Of course I trust you. I wouldn’t have let you do…all that to me if I didn’t!”
“Then stop fucking doubting me, princess. I’d never lie to you.”
“Sorry.”
I wait for her to say more, but she doesn’t, so I decide to move things on.
“You’re my girl, princess.”
“I thought—”
“You thought what?”
“I don’t know.”
“You thought I didn’t want you? Didn’t like you?”
She shrugs. “Something like that, yeah.”
“But I do, princess, I so fucking do. And I know I’ve been an asshole, but I’ll make it up to you. You’ll see. We have time. Now, I’m going to use my mouth to try and get your pussy clean. Is that okay?”
She nods, biting her lip in anticipation.
My tongue flicks over her clit, and I can still taste his cum on her. It makes me want to mark her again. All mine. I lave up her cum, cleaning her thoroughly before I return to her clit, working her over into another orgasm. The echoes of her moans are loud in the room, bouncing off the ceiling and echoing as they bounce off the walls.
“What do you want, princess?” I whisper when I’ve finished, my mouth still against her pussy.
“More,” she moans, tilting her hips.
“You want my mouth to keep doing what it’s doing?” I ask, amused that she’s so worked up that she can’t even form full sentences.
“Yes.”
