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“Is that a complaint?”
“Hell no, just saying it must be in the DNA. My boys ain’t even born yet, and they’re making a woman want it.” His big hands scoop under my ass and lift me onto him.
“That's really fucking gross, you know that,” I tell him as he carries me out the bedroom and into the kitchen. He sits my ass on the kitchen surface and drags the T-shirt I’m wearing up over my head.
“Fuck, I swear your tits are even bigger than they were yesterday.” He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks so hard that I feel the pulse in my pussy. He’s right about one thing, I can’t get enough of him these days. Ella tells me that’s normal too, and I figure my hormones must be super heightened because I’m carrying twins.
Squealer teases me with his cock, sliding it over my panties, up and down through my pussy lips, and making the need to have him inside me unbearable.
“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper, making sure to lick his ear before I pull away. That shit drives him crazy, and I love his crazy.
“You know how much I like it when you beg,” he snarls at me.
“Well, make the most of it because it won’t be happening once I’m past the horny phase,” I warn, wrapping my legs around his hips and forcing him tighter against my body.
“You like the cabin?” he asks me in between the kisses that he trails over my collar bone, moving over my tits and then down to my stomach.
“It’s perfect.” I take his hair between my fingers and guide him to where I need him, his tongue feeling warm and wet through my already soaked panties.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” he assures me as a finger slides under the fabric and circles my entrance.
I feel myself tighten around him as he enters me, and the growl he makes vibrates against me as he continues to eat me through my panties.
“I need you inside me,” I tell him, slamming my head back against the kitchen cabinet while he works me up to my first orgasm.
“Patience, you got none these days.” His hot breath touches against my bare, sensitive flesh as he chuckles, and I realize we lost my panties at some stage.
“Please, Cody,” I beg, my hips rocking into his mouth as the feeling in the pit of my stomach spreads to the whole of my body. But he keeps me waiting until I come around his finger, and his tongue laps me up. Then irritatingly slowly, he slides back up my body, making sure I feel him, hard and thick between my legs. And now, I could cry from how desperate I am.
“Tell me you love me.” He strokes himself through his fist, his tip sliding through my soaked pussy.
“I just did.”
“I know, but I really like to hear it.”
“What happened to you?” I giggle. “When did Cody Harrison turn all needy?”
“When he met the woman who learned how to tame him and made him want more than he ever imagined he would.” His rough hand slides over my bare stomach when he talks about the babies growing inside me, causing a flutter that I’ll never tire off.
“I love you.” I grip his bearded jaw in my hand roughly and force him to look at me before I kiss him.
“And I told ya, you’ll never live a day you’ll regret it,” he promises, the thick head of his cock pressing at my entrance and increasing my euphoria as he pushes into me.
I feel so full as he gently rocks in and out, his mouth touching all over my skin as he builds me to another orgasm and then stills, releasing himself inside me.
He holds me tight against him for a few moments while we both catch our breath, and when he slowly pulls away and slides out of me, I already miss him.
“Come on, darlin’, we better get you fed.” Nausea hits me at the mere mention of food, but I don’t complain because as much as I hate to be proven wrong, I know I’ll feel better when I’ve eaten. Squealer picks up my panties from the floor and slides them back up my legs.
“Me and Mads are going to look at the unit next door to the tattoo studio today. We’re thinking of turning it into an office for our new company.” I slide my hand into his as we leave our new home.
“You think you’ll miss the force?” he asks me when we get outside.
“I went into the force because it felt like the right thing to do at the time.”
“So what changed?” he asks, looking at me like he’s genuinely curious.
“I met this guy in a motel, who was really bad for me,” I laugh, but Squealer doesn’t, if anything, he looks a little wounded. “But he taught me that I could be whoever I wanted to be.”
