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“You’re a goddess,” he says. “An absolute goddess.”

I give him a flattered grin. Then he spreads me open and lowers his mouth between my legs and my smile melts into a series of moans. He laps up my cream eagerly, bringing me quickly into a state of ecstasy. I arch my back and scream out as I come against his tongue.

I’m only half-aware of my surroundings in my post-orgasmic haze. I feel Dax’s body move over me, feel his lips close over one of my pebbled nipples, hear his low, sweet words whispered in my ear.

Then I feel the throbbing head of his cock pressing against my pussy, and suddenly everything is so vivid and real again.

Our mouths seal together as he pushes into me. Inch by inch, he fills me up, his cock entering me raw. It feels so good I want to sob.

“You okay, baby girl?” he asks, pulling back to look at me.

“Yeah,” I pant, nodding. I blink away my tears. “It just feels so good.”

“You have no idea.” He sinks even deeper into me and I let out another moan. “Jesus, you’re so tight. So wet.”

“Only for you,” I whimper.

“That’s right. Only for me.” He thrusts into me again. “And I’m going to fill up this sweet cunt with cum over and over tonight.”

I strain for another kiss. He gives me what I want. Then he starts thrusting into me faster…harder…deeper. It feels so good I can’t even think. I dig my fingers into his muscled back, breathe hard into his kiss, and cry out against his mouth as I come again. I’m still coming as he spills into me, the heat and power of it tipping me over into white-hot bliss.

Chapter Eight

Epilogue –Dax

7 Months Later

Ian and I exchange a look when we walk up to the door and hear the burst of giggling coming from inside his house.

“Maybe we should wait until the baby shower is over,” Ian suggests.

I slap him on the back. “Come on, man. We can survive this.”

Ian sighs and reaches out to open the door. When we walk in, Alice is the first person to see us.

“Hey, boys,” she says, waving us into the living room. “You’re right on time.”

“Dax? Dad?” Bailey calls out from further inside the house.

Ian and I walk into the living room, and I think we both wince at how flooded the room is with pink.

It’severywhere. Balloons. Streamers. The presents. The cake.

“Hey, ladies,” I say.

“Hi,” they call out as a group, and then all burst into giggles again.

Bailey—who looks even more radiant than usual in the white dress she has on—gets up from her seat as I walk across the room to greet her. I give her a kiss on the cheek and tell her how beautiful she looks.

“Thanks, baby,” she says.

“So, Dax,” says Madison, coming up to me with a cup of punch—pink punch, of course. “How are you feeling about having twins?”

I accept the cup of punch from her and grin. “Pretty excited.”

“Not nervous?”

“Nervous?” I scoff. “Nah.”

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