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He doesn’t let up. The angle of his cock drives me into my hands that are still cupped over my mons. It gives me the pressure I need to come, making it even harder to resist. He rubs his thumb into my asshole, until the bulk of his knuckle breaches me, stretching my sensitive ring.
My whimpers change pitch, coming higher and more often. I’m strung so tight, I’m going to snap at any second, but I don’t want to let Quin down, when he requested I wait. My aching core is clenched so tight as he fucks both holes, I want to scream, and I ball pillow wadding into my mouth, ready for it if I can’t hold back.
“Such a good girl. Come, Kira. Come for your man.” He nudges his cock deeper and the pressure in my ass grows.
I buck back into him so hard, my ass engulfs his thumb when my body rocks with a massive spasm. Heat rushes through me in an uncontrollable blast, and I claw at the blankets, soaking the towels below me with the rush of fluid that squirts from my pussy.
Quin unloads inside me with a growl, pulsing his molten love into my depths while I drag myself up and down his cock with my clenching cunt.
He slips his finger from my ass, relieving the pressure, just as I feel like I can’t bear the intensity any longer. Then he stirs the baby gravy he’s filled me with, urging it deep with his cock, while my pussy twitches at him, sucking his cum inward. I keep my hips raised to receive it. I want it all.
More tremors of pleasure rattle through me, and Quin coaxes me onward, like he wants me to give him more. I want to cry out how he’s making me feel, but I smother every filthy word out of my mouth with the pillow. It has to be this way. We can’t be so noisy someone hears us and comes to investigate.
I writhe beneath his big and sturdy frame, and he keeps the perfect amount of his weight crushing me, as we ride out our stolen moment of bliss — the brief time we have together, to remember how good it feels to be in love and creating a future. Creating our baby. The beautiful, innocent symbol of our scarred secret love.
My spent body eventually melts limply into the mattress, and Quin whispers sweet nothings, kissing my shoulders and down my spine, as he withdraws. He takes care to move me onto my back and shoves a pillow under my ass, to keep my hips raised and his cum inside me.
He stares at the mess he’s made between my thighs, and his appreciative gray gaze seems to marvel at me.
“How does such a perfectly tiny little thing take the size of me?” He suckles gently at my swollen clit, giving it a warm, safe home between his lips, where it’s sensitivity slowly begins to ease. “I love the way you taste when I’ve bred you,” he whispers, running the tip of his tongue through my slit and making me shiver.
“Come taste my tits,” I say with a lazy smile. “They’re jealous.”
He does as I’ve asked, grinning into one breast when I twist and moan from his suckling attention.
“Want to tell me what’s happening here?” He takes my nipple between his teeth and gives it a light tug.
I arch into the sensation, and my ass shifts on the pillow. “Aftershocks,” I whisper, pulling him back onto my breast. “I like it when you suck my tits.”
“I like it too.” He latches on and makes me squirm until I’m short of breath. “Our baby’s going to feed at these gorgeous tits in nine months, and I’m going to fuck myself while I watch.”
My pussy flutters, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, as my breathing grows even more labored.
“You like that idea?” he asks with a knowing smile.
I nod, and he nuzzles at my breast again, toying with my nipple. “Maybe I’ll feed from them too,” he whispers. He rubs his stiff cock against my hip and suckles at me all hard and needy.
My pussy pulses with desire, leaking cum that slicks my thighs, as I squeeze them together to contain the needy urge. “Fuck.” I reach for Quin’s dick and stroke it at pace.
He starts to pull away, but I shake my head. “I need you to fuck me again. Please. I need… I need—”
“I know what you fucking need,” he rumbles at me, thrusting himself between my legs and stretching me to bursting, just the way I like it. “Milk your tits for me, Kira. Pretend they’re ready for it now. Show me how you want it to be.”
“God, I fucking love it when you tell me what to do.”
“You love your tits being milked too,” he says with a grunt when I tighten and twitch around him within seconds of starting. My nipples are quickly rouged from my tugging, twisting, and rolling them between my fingers, and the sensation of him, fucking me, while it’s happening lures my greedy pussy into choking his cock for more cum.
“I am definitely going to fucking milk you when it’s time, and you’re going to sit on my cock while I do it.” His cock jerks inside me at the declaration, and I gaze up at him in wonder, at how he can possibly make me want every single filthy thing he imagines to do with me.
I flirt through my eyes and intentionally squeeze his softening cock with my well-bred pussy. “You’re a dirty fucking perv, Red. And I love you.”
* * *
If Sundays are meantfor rest, Jack Montgomery ignored the memo. There’s never a chance to relax in his house.
Instead, we’re forced to sit around the dinner table and live a lie.
Jack has rules. Family rules. And everyone plays by them, to avoid any suffering he may inflict, should his sons revolt.
