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Lifting her leg so it wraps around my hip, I increase my pace and deepen my strokes. Wanting her to feel more, I slip my fingers between her spread lips and begin to work her clit. Slow light circles build up to fast and intense pinches.
“Fuck,” she gasps, clamping her walls around me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feel of her bare pussy welcoming my every thrust.
My shaft grows harder when I peer into her lust-pooled eyes. Blush colors her cheeks, and her head falls back with each snap of my hips. Ariah lets out a cry of pleasure, urging me to fill her more. I lose all sense of self, fucking her with wild abandon when her pussy grips me.
As if sensing my hesitation, Ariah braces on her forearms and rises to meet me thrust for thrust. “You better not take it easy on me, Bastian. I’ll push you off me and finish myself if you do.”
Her threat made clear, I slow my strokes, removing my fingers from her clit. “I think you forgot how this works, Spitfire.” Reaching forward, I grip her throat, feeling each rapid beat of her pulse. “How are you supposed to address me?” I demand, arching a brow.
“B—” I tighten my hold around her neck, pulling out so only the crown of my cock is seated inside her drenched pussy.
She whines, and I smirk. “You know what you have to say if you want me to fill your needy cunt,” I tease, rolling my hips forward just enough for shallow thrust.
“Sir,” she mewls, and I slam inside of her. “Ho. . . fu. . .”
Releasing her throat, I piston my hips, grinding into her tight walls on each down stroke. “Such a good pussy, taking my cock so well.”
Ariah’s eyes roll back, and I feel her flutter around me, but I won’t let her come unless we’re falling over the cliff together.
Scooping my arms around her thighs, I increase my thrusts, and I know when I’ve hit the right spot because her walls try to clamp my dick in place.
I lift my eyes, drinking in the beauty of her body and all its changes as it grows to accommodate our babies. She’s fucking beautiful.
Groaning, I thrust. . . one. . . two. . . three times in a successive staccato rhythm as I lower one leg. Then I pinch her clit, and she screams, spasming around me. My balls draw tight, and my cock stiffens.
“Ariah,” I shout. Stars blink in my vision before whiting out as jets of my cum shoot inside her.
I don’t know how long it takes for my awareness to return, but when my eyes finally reopen, my Spitfire looks blissfully sated. Droopy eyes fight to stay on me.
Not ready to leave the warmth of her pussy, I rest her legs around me and lean forward and kiss her belly. Ariah murmurs something I can’t make out as I lift my head. I’ll kill for her—for them.
I whisper a promise, “Even after the last beat of my heart, my love will always belong to you.”
66
WES
“Isee Beau’s withdrawn from LWU. This is your doing?” I inquire, gauging Lev’s reaction to my question.
After I yanked the stupid fuck from class by his neck last week, Wyatt, Owen, Lev, and I ensured Beau understood his presence at Lincoln-Wood is no longer allowed. The sentiment was made extremely clear with Owen’s knife work. It’ll be difficult for him to flap his gums, at least until his face heals.
“Yes. Inquiring minds want to know,” Owen adds as Wyatt looks up from his computer. Ariah is attending a meeting with her father, grandfather, and uncle. So, she won’t be in class, making this the most opportune time to have this conversation.
Lev clears his throat, training his gaze on the three of us. “I think you already know the answer to that,” he states, a smug grin appearing on his face before he turns back to the front of the room where Sebastian discusses the role the media has in generating public opinions.
It’s our last class before our final next week. “Mr. Edgewood, would you care to explain how social media has been able to change the landscape of societal norms?” Sebastian asks as he hands a stack of packets to the first person in each row.
Sighing, I proceed to detail the ways social media platforms are being utilized to report news the mainstream media won’t. Then, I expound on the movements raising awareness surrounding issues like mass genocides, extreme fascism, and corporate greed.
“We’re living in an era where news outlets can no longer dictate what we have access to. Which, if unchecked, can be as harmful as it is helpful,” I explain, grabbing the study guide from the person in front of me.
Sebastian nods and then continues with the lecture. The discussion goes on for another twenty minutes before I stand.
Wyatt quirks a brow, silently questioning where I’m going. I mouth ‘the bathroom’ before heading for the door and exiting the lecture hall.
Smirking, I walk down the hallway. In the last few weeks, we’ve eliminated Senator Baker’s hold, freeing ourselves from Samantha’s reign of terror, and we’re rounding up all of their co-conspirators. But most importantly, Ariah’s back safe where we can protect her, supporting her through the last stage of her pregnancy before our family grows.
“Wesley,” Samantha’s nasally voice screeches and the hairs on the back of my neck stand.
