Page 63 of Wild Night

Then I switch.

My mouth on the other, my fingers pinching the one with saliva on it. Posey whimpers, shifting from foot to foot, no doubt climbing higher and higher. She arches her back, her nails no doubt scoring my skin beneath my undershirt.

I don’t care—I fucking crave it.

“Please, Justin. I need more.”

Hell fucking yes, she does.

Reaching for her leggings, I wrench them down her legs, my knees bending as I let them touch the floor in front of her. She steps out of them, standing in front of me completely fucking naked—completely bare for me.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her ankle, I slide my hand up the back of her calf until I reach the back of her knee. I lift her leg, then drape it over my knee, opening her for me. Her fingers grip the strands of my hair, pulling my face closer to her cunt.

I smile against her, swirling my tongue around her clit, then flick it once before I do it again. And again. She rolls her hips forward. Fuck. Her taste floods my tongue, and I can’t believe that she’s really here with me.

Right fucking here.

She whimpers as I continue to fuck her with my tongue. She grinds herself against my mouth, and I know she’s close. Slipping two fingers inside of her, I make a come-hither motion.Posey jerks and moves against my mouth. Fuck me, but I love it. She grinds against my tongue.

She’s so fucking close. I want to taste her cum.

And then it happens. It floods my tongue. Her thighs tremble, her head falls back, and I hear it bounce against the glass before she whimpers. Fuck me. So damn good.

So.

Damn.

Good.

POSEY

Justin picks me up, pressing my back against the cool glass window, and then he’s inside of me. I don’t know why the hell I left this man, ever. I should have stayed right here with him. I’ve been dreaming of this, and now I’m finally here. His hips roll, his pelvis grinds against my clit. I just came, but I could come again, and again, and again with this man.

I want to tell him that I love him. I want to claw his skin open and crawl inside. And I want to avoid telling him what I know I need to. Because if I don’t, I’ll hate myself. Then he’ll hate me, and whatever we could have had will never be.

So, as his hips roll as he fucks me and searches for more. As his length stretches me to the point where I feel like I’m going to tear in half. I do something that I know I shouldn’t, but my brain has left the building.

He fucks me harder and faster, his eyes never looking away from mine. His hands grip my ass, flexing against my skin as he moves in and out of me.

It’s glorious and perfect in every way, and for whatever reason, as he begins to groan, as his cock twitches inside of me,the moment he slams deep and buries himself, I blurt out the right thing but at the absolute wrong time.

“I’m pregnant.”

He lifts his head. His eyes fly to mine, and his entire body freezes as he stares at me in silence. Neither of us speaks. Which is good, because I think I’ve done enough talking in two words for both of us.

“You’re what?” His voice hitches.

I don’t know if he really wants me to repeat myself, but I do anyway. “I’m pregnant.”

Then I wonder if he thinks that I’m pregnant with Lucian’s baby or something, so I decide to tell him that he’s the father because it would be weird otherwise, at least if he thought he wasn’t the father.

“You’re the father,” I announce. He doesn’t speak. He just stares at me, buried inside of me, unmoving, unbreathing. “Justin?”

He blinks, then his eyes search my own, and he pulls out of me. I instantly want him back inside of me. My feet land on the floor, tingling when they do. He takes a step back from me. I can’t help but feel empty. I almost beg him to come back to me, but decide against it. I’ve just told him something big—huge, even.

I’ve had a few days to really let this sink in. He’s had only seconds. I have no doubt that a million jumbled thoughts are zooming in and out of his head right now. I mean, my mind is still like that since I found out, so I don’t know if it will stay that way or eventually calm down.

“Pregnant,” he says, repeating the word as he tugs his pants up. He closes the waistband, buttoning it, then pulls the zipper up and buckles the belt.

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