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He lifted his head and looked up my body to meet my eyes. I’d be the one throwing a punch if he didn’t make me come soon.
His beard glistened as he licked his lips. “Sugar, you’re forgetting who’s in charge here.”
“Please.”
“You want to come?”
“Yes!”
“You beg so nicely. Who’s pussy is this?” One of his fingers slowly circled my entrance, teasing me. I clenched my inner walls eager for something… anything to fill me.
“Yours.”
“Who gives you your orgasms?”
“You.”
“Good girl.” Then he shifted, gripping my hips and flipping me over. The length of the rope allowed for me to be put onto my elbows and knees.
He kissed up the length of my spine. “What did I say I was gonna do when I got my ropes on you next?”
I dropped my head so my forehead touched the mattress. “Keep me tied to the bed until you put a baby in me.”
“That’s right, sugar.” Setting one hand by my head, the other must’ve been lining his dick up at my entrance. “Think thistime’ll do it? You’ve been dripping with my cum for the last three hours.”
“Please.” I wanted his dick. I wanted to come. I wanted to make a baby with him. I wanted it all.
He rolled his hips and filled me in one slow thrust.
My fingers scrabbled at the mattress as I came. I screamed his name, clenched him so tight he growled.
I was so full of his cum that wet sounds filled the room. Trig had staying power, especially after coming twice already, so he fucked me through three orgasms before he held himself deep and emptied himself inside me. It seemed we both had a thing for making babies.
I was sweaty, exhausted and so sated I felt like my bones melted.
He maneuvered a pillow beneath my hips as I stayed on my stomach. “Gotta keep that load in.”
My wrists were released and he rubbed the skin gently. Then flopped down beside me, pulled me super close and I fell into orgasm-induced unconsciousness.
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I didn’t knowhow long we slept when my cell rang, but Ellie hadn’t moved at all. Her hips were still propped up with the pillow. She didn’t even waken from the ringer.
Grabbing the phone, I saw my brother’s name. Slipping from the bed, I stepped out into the hall. I didn’t give a shit I was naked. If Ellie really was pregnant, she needed all the rest she could get. Was I crazy saying that? Hell, yeah. Didn’t matter, because I’d take care of her, no matter what.
My dick started to stir. Again.
“Yeah?” I said once I answered, pacing down the length of the carpet.
“Lance Mann is dead,” Colt said.
I froze in place, all thoughts on another round with Ellie forgotten. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Fell down his stairs.”
Fell down the–“Are you serious?”
