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“Yeah, I can,” he said, a smile in his voice.
The next thing I knew, he pressed me flat onto the bed, then pulled me up so I was pressed to his chest, the sweat dripping between us. When he pushed in this time, it went deeper than before, dragging a moan from me. The pain had vanished, and now my ass was all tingles and heat as he pumped into me. I moaned. Or maybe he did. Or we could have done it together.
“Harder, please,” I pleaded.
“I like how that sounds, but I told you, you never have to beg.” Then he withdrew and thrust forward, our sweat slick skin slapping together. He pushed me forward, so I ended up on my knees, continuing his thrusts while sucking on my neck. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
“I’m getting close,” he whispered in my ear.
He slid his hand down, wrapping it around my own straining cock, then jacking it in time to his thrusts. Less than thirty seconds later, I grunted and erupted with the best fucking orgasm of my life.
“Uly!” he growled, his thrusts stuttering as he pushed me back down onto the bed, slamming his cock into me as he reached his own orgasm. Once he stopped shuddering, he collapsed on top of me. Brent was heavy, but I didn’t mind. It kept me from flying away.
“That was… fuck. Amazing doesn’t even begin to cover it. Give me a couple minutes and we can start round two.”
Wait. Round two? Oh, God. He was going to fuck me to death.
But what a way to go.
Chapter Twenty-One
ULY
I peeredat the clock on the nightstand. Four in the morning. It took me several moments to wake up. I was warm, comfortable, and being held down by big arms that were wrapped around me. My head was on the best pillow in the world; Brent’s chest, his rhythmic breathing doing its best to drag me back to sleep, and I wanted to surrender to it. Just as I was drifting off again, the air was shattered by the scream of a high pitched voice calling ‘Momma!’.
I jumped off the bed, Brent right behind me. We threw on the clothes we’d worn yesterday and rushed to the door, fumbling with the lock before yanking it open. At the end of the hall, Eddie stood, his head snapping left and right, and sobbing out Momma. He looked utterly bereft.
“Eddie? Honey?”
He turned and his eyes widened when he saw me. His little feet sounded like thunder strikes on the floor as he charged me. When he got to me he clutched my waist, his fingers digging into my shirt and skin.
“Where were you? You said you wouldn’t leave and you were gone,” he wailed.
I bent over and hefted him into my arms. “I’m right here, sweetheart. I didn’t go anywhere.”
“I went to your room so I could sleep with you again, and you weren’t there.”
His hands were twisted in the fabric of my clothes as he tried to get closer to me. I hadn’t even considered he’d go to my room looking for me.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t leave. I was in your daddy’s room.”
He sniffled, then stared me in the eyes. “You were with Daddy?”
“I was. I swore I wouldn’t leave, and I didn’t.”
He gave a tremulous smile. “You were sleeping with Daddy?”
Sleep only came after the fourth round. The man was insatiable. When he was horny again, he wrapped an arm around me and slid back in, using his cum as lube. My ass was so freaking sore I wanted to go soak in the tub, but I needed to take care of Eddie, calm him. Brent stood behind him, stroking a hand over his back.
“I’m sorry, Eddie. It’s my fault. I asked Uly to come with me last night and he did. We would have told you, but you were already asleep.”
When I shifted my gaze to him, he had a smirk on his face and I knew when he said I’d come with him he was being a filthy bastard. And yet, knowing this, my cock twitched.
“I’m sorry if I scared you,” I said softly.
“You were with Daddy,” he said, his eyes shiny. “I know he’ll protect you so nothing happens.”
“I will,” Brent promised. “Uly won’t be in his room anymore. He’ll be in the bed with me from now on.”
