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Once inside, I grab one of the plastic cups from the counter and make a mad dash through the house, to access the garage bathroom and get out again before Quin gets close enough to trigger a breach of the rules.
I make it back down the hall right before he opens the outside door into the garage, and a nervous squeak escapes me.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now, babe?” He stalks into view, staying back but standing where he can see me, pressed to the wall at the end of the hallway. “You’re lucky Loosh has drunk himself blurry-eyed and Curty’s preoccupied, finding all the candy you stashed in that basket. Those shorts are borderline obscene. Did you pull them that fucking high on purpose?”
He keeps his distance and starts unbuckling his belt. “There had better be a cup in that bathroom. I need to fill it, just to watch you fucking drink it.”
“Better fill it fast, then,” I counter, my heart alive with the thrill of being alone near him.
He takes a large step sideways with his long legs, reaches through the door of the bathroom, and grabs the red party cup I left there, before stepping back where he can see me.
He smiles and throws a challenge down the hallway. “You want me to come? Make me.”
My thighs twist together, my body automatically trying to create pressure where I need it. I fucking love his openly dirty talk around me. Always have. I’ve also been in love with his filthy commands since his letters told me how to get myself off in his stead, while I waited for the real thing.
The real thing is unbelievably wonderful, and now he’s standing in front of me, like a fantasy come to life.
I lift my tank top, to bare my breasts. He groans and hurries to get his fly down, to stroke his cock. He does it slowly at first, and then faster, when I unbutton my shorts and show him I’m not wearing underwear.
“Those dark fucking curls,” he rumbles, pumping his cock. “I want to soak them with our love. Touch yourself while you jiggle that ass at me again,” he commands. “I can’t see it, without thinking about breeding you.Fuck.”
He squeezes his eyes shut and pumps his cock harder, jaw flexing beneath his ginger beard. “I don’t know if I should be this fucking excited by the thought of making babies with you, after the last time, but I can’t help it. I want it every time I come, Kira. You’re my girl. The one I want to grow my family with.”
“Which is it, then?” I ask, tits bouncing while I fuck my fingers. “Do I drink it or push it inside me?”
Quin grunts and barely catches his spill in time, shooting ropes of creamy cum into his cup. His head falls back on a moan, and he swears under his breath. “I want it all, Kira. You’re fucking killing me with this shit.Fuck. Stick it in that squirting dildo I got you and—”
“Maybe next time,” I say in a rush. “We’re supposed to be eating lunch.”
Quin presses his lips together and nods. He sets the cup of creamy goodness on the ground and steps back before tucking his dick back into his jeans. “You’re right. I’m getting carried away. Sorry.”
I shake my head. “I like it. And I’ll take my protein both ways, okay? There’s just not enough time to go upstairs to do what you asked. We’ve probably been gone too long, already.”
He nods, pats himself down as if checking he’s put back together, and then steps into the bathroom and runs the water. When he comes back out, he’s obviously dragged his wet hands through his hair, to tidy it a bit before putting his sunglasses back on top of his head.
“You look great,” I whisper. “You always look great. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. And I’m working so hard for you. I’m getting us out of this mess.” His eyes are determined, his promise sincere.
“I know you will,” I say with a smile. “Because I didn’t fall for a spineless little bitch. I fell for Quin Montgomery.”
He breathes a soft laugh. “Hoping to give you a real nice gift this Christmas, Kira.”
“Christmas?” My heart is instantly infused with the hope and joy of the holiday season, at the suggestion he’s found an end to our curse. I can wait a few months. “We’ll spend it together?”
He nods. “Maybe a little sooner, if everything goes to plan.”
My body feels about to swoon, and I lean against the hallway wall, as I button my shorts and lower my tank top. “I can wait as long as it takes. There’s nobody else, and there never will be. Only you.”
He rests his hand over his heart, closes his eyes, and takes a few swaggering steps back. “You deserve so much better, but even though it’s sad as fuck that you refuse to believe it, I’m so fucking grateful you keep me as your man. See you out there?”
I nod and move toward the cup, as he heads away.
He damned near filled the son of a bitch halfway. He always did produce a massive amount — he told me it was my fault. Said the inspiration was the highest contributing factor to output. I remember giggling, and that was a gift I needed, when the last thing I felt like doing was having a laugh.
I move inside with my bounty and stop at the laundry room, where I keep the first-aid kit. I pull out one of the thick syringes I stole from work, suck up some of his cum, and slide it up the leg of my shorts. The nozzle breaches my slick pussy, and I push it higher, sliding it in and out of myself a few times before using the plunger, to squirt his cum inside me — nice and close to my cervix, to make it as easy as possible for his sperm cells to hunt down their ovum prey and impregnate me.
I do it again with more semen before heading to the kitchen and rinsing out the syringe, because I will definitely want to do this another time if we get a chance.
