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“Holy schnikes, look how tight her stomach looks! It’s like she’s having triplets!” Mira says, clapping her hands and then staring intently as she notes down all the gory details.

I’m sure she’ll be dropping a book soon with this type of scene in it. I better put my name down for that one. I’ve read all her others, that’s pretty much where I learned all about gentle lovemaking. The kind that you have with someone who truly loves you, and who you love. Feeling Johnny’s gaze on me, I turn and meet his eyes. His full lips tip up in a crooked smile, revealing his straight white teeth. I read his words as he mouths “I love you.” My hand raises to my chest, rubbing at the tight feeling as my tummy bursts with butterflies and chickens flapping and all the feelings I resigned myself to never having when I was Royal’s wife.

“I love you,” I mouth back at him, jerking when warm wet hits me the full length of my back, dripping down my hair.

Looking up I’m met with silence and the wide eyes of the DRCM men, all covered in blood and God knows what else.

“Well, she blew a lot quicker than I expected.”

Turning ever so slowly, I gawk at Pops and Chewy, both covered in Renae Sullivan, but looking like the cats that got the cream.

“Chewy!”

“OK, show’s over folks, thanks for coming and be sure to tip your waitress,” Chewy finishes before turning and walking toward the clean room.

Epilogue

Marx

“Mmmm, yes baby, just like that my love, holy fuck, that looks so damn good,” my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head as Lovely rides me reverse, giving me the perfect view of her little pink asshole winking at me while her pussy works my length. Sucking my thumb I gently press it to her back passage, slowly massaging. Her low groans are music to my greedy ears, so I explore her more.

We’ve come a long way in the few months since we cut a swathe through the cartels, effectively shutting down the bogus adoption agencies while we were at it. The only loose end we have is Sniper’s brother. It’s cruel that he’s still hanging around, but it’s Sniper’s call and I’m not taking that away from him.

Lovely swivels her hips, and my mind blanks, utterly and completely. The little minx knows what she does to me because she peeks over her shoulder, with a little smirk on her full pink lips. I flex my hips, driving into her deeper, revelling when her eyes roll back and she moans louder still.

“More Johnny, please,” she whines, not even riding me so much as leaning on all fours, making shallow little rocking thrusts on me.

“Baby, do you trust me?”

“With my life,” she whispers, head rolling forward to rest on the bed.

I tap her ass, sliding out of her to move directly behind her, my hands cradling her hips. My cock finds his way home into her wet sheath, pressing slowly, getting her used to being on her knees with me behind her.

“Is this OK? If it’s not let me know and I’ll stop immediately, OK sweetheart?”

Lovely doesn’t answer, just rocks back, slamming her thick ass against my thighs with a whine, “Please Johnny!”

I hold her still, even though I would love nothing more than to ram deep inside over and over. My woman’s needs come first, always. “Need the words baby, need to know you’ll be OK.”

She looks over her shoulder, holding my gaze with her own, “Yes, Johnny. I trust you and if I freak out I will let you know. Always.”

“Good girl,” I whisper, running my hands over her smooth pale skin, gripping her ass cheeks and pulling them apart obscenely so I can see where we’re connected, my cock covered in her cream.

“Johnny?”

“Yes, Buttercup?”

“Fuck me.”

My restraint snaps and I thrust hard and deep, my balls slapping her clit in this position. She bucks forward, but the moan she lets out tells me I’m on the right track. I pull out and thrust back in, mercilessly pumping into her, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, covering her back with my body so my hands can pinch those fat nipples I love to have in my mouth.

“More baby, more, give it all to me, I need it, I need you,” Lovely pants, and I’m not sure how much more I can give.

The base of my spine starts to tingle and I can feel my balls drawing up but that’s not good enough, not for my Lovely. I pull out, flipping her onto her back, hooking her knees in my elbows and hoisting her pussy closer to my mouth. I take one long look at her pulsing hole, wide open from my cock, looking empty and like it needs to be filled. Leaning forward I slide my tongue into her tight little channel, spearing her over and over, fucking her with my tongue as she bucks and writhes, her hands clawing at the bedsheet, balling them up in her small fists. Her thighs start to shake on either side of my face so I double down, sucking her sensitive little nub into my mouth and batting it gently with my tongue coated in her essence.

She explodes, her spend dripping down my beard, onto my chest but I’m not done. Lowering her slightly I shove my cock into her quivering pussy, my name ripped from her lips, screams bouncing off the walls.

“That’s it baby, one more, give me one more and I’ll fill you with my cum,” I pant, feeling my release building, higher, higher as I pump in and out of her.

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