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Then a few more spurts insist on helping get her pregnant.
We sit with her body draped on mine, my cock still hard inside of her, even after my balls have gone above and beyond. I don't let her move. She's stretched so tight around me, nothing can leak out, and that's just the way I want it.
Chapter 7
Starla
I can't tell where I end and Cullen begins. That was the best orgasm of my life. Mission accomplished, and so much more.
A chuckle bubbles up through my chest. For a second, I question if he had an orgasm because his cock is still so hard, stretching me. My body’s doing its best to get used to him, but I’m so full.
So blissed out. So sated. I wasn’t exactly able to focus. It was like my entire soul exploded.
But I’m pretty sure those deep guttural sounds, the bucking of his hips, and his grip growing insanely tight around my waist were his orgasm.
With my head resting on his shoulder and my finger drawing circles on his chest while he holds me close, I wish we never had to move.
“What’s so funny?”
Dang it, I thought I suppressed the laugh. "I don't mean to sound silly, but did you have an orgasm?"
"Best one of my life. I thought it was obvious."
"Yeah, I thought you did. I mean, I noticed, but…" I wiggle my hips, "You're still hard, and I thought it would drip out of us. Sorry, I shouldn’t trust everything I read."
“My cock’s staying hard to keep all of my cum inside of you. And because I'm ready to go again.”
"I thought guys needed recharge time, like to get a sandwich."
His laugh is wicked. "Babycakes, you're finally mine. I’m not wasting time with sandwiches."
Babycakes, I like it. The moment is beyond perfect. Cullen rests his lips in my hair, giving intermittent kisses while I consider that we haven’t talked about protection. Is he as hopeful that I’ll get pregnant as I am?
The click of the door and footsteps entering the room startle me.
I didn't think anyone was supposed to come in the room—club policy. Cullen's head whips to the door as I look over my shoulder.
Shit! It's Ryker.
The only good news is that Dad's not with him.
"I couldn't wait." Ryker scowls at Cullen, but not exactly with disbelief.
"What do you mean?" I wonder why he doesn’t seem shocked that Cullen’s dick is in me.
"Hold on a second, Ryker." Cullen softens his voice to me. "Hold on to me. I'm going to carry you to the bed and lay you down before I pull out. Then we can explain.”
Cullen and I should be the ones explaining to Ryker, but I can tell that’s not what he means.
“What is there to explain?” I glance at Ryker, who looks impatient, but have to turn my focus to holding on while Cullen does exactly as he said.
Cullen unfolds a blanket and covers me with it, then sits on the edge of the bed. Shouldn’t he be concerned that his cock is out while my stepbrother's in the room? Then again, I wasn't concerned that I was naked with Cullen's cock inside of me.
Shouldn't I have been? Shouldn’t I be feeling something other than hopeful that they both want me?
Cullen motions for Ryker to sit with us and starts the explanation. "As I mentioned, Ryker had to keep your dad occupied so I could get here and win you."
Ryker crawls up on the bed, settling next to me, and traces his finger over my cheek. "Starla, I’ve considered telling you how I felt so many times, but I love you in a way that I'm not supposed to. Your dad would have killed me. The auction changed everything. I couldn’t let a stranger win you."
