r," I mutter, barefoot, toes curling against the coo

ed every inch. I can still feel the pressure of his palms, the way his thumbs kept rubbing slow, lazy circles right above my ass.

ick cock I've been dying for. His h

p hard to ki

own the hall. Sp

ey sharp on him. We almost pass each other when his hand sh

, the kind that makes my thighs press together.

e front of his pants. My fingers trail down his bare chest, nail

Husband of the year." I drag my tongue slow over his earlobe, tasting the

dark. "Won't be," he growls, then forces himself to

Tomorrow's gonn

n my stomach growls ag

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the other, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. The lamp cas

r creak

falling fast like he's been pacing. He closes the doo

y, voice quiete

ock without looking away. The

lly came,"

n?" His voice is rough, strained, like the words hurt coming out. "Tel

ittle as I walk to him. I press one fing

n your knees

grab my ass immediately, squeezing, spreading me open. Then his mouth is on me-hot to

s his chin as he eats me like he's starving. My fingers slide into his hai

asp, grinding harder, l

easy, curling just right, pumping fast. I shove his face deeper a

-yes-don

. He groans against me and swallows, throat moving, messy soun

he hair, chest heaving, t

s off

ripping down. His cock springs out-thick, hard, the he

and knees, ass up high, back arched, belly han

ce, twice, teasing until I whine and push back. Then

," he growls,

. "Been lying for months. Tomorrow she was gonna

deep in one

to the pillow, fingers

thrust. My tits swing heavy, belly bouncing under me, the bed creaking loud. I'm so wet

my hair, yanks my head back like

e grits out throu

nly ours-she was

ows my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half.

's in the f

and, eyes scanning while his hips

g face?" he snarls, th

ight, pounding so deep I

daddy

cock against my clit twice-sharp, stinging-then buries himself again and comes with a deep, br

s heavy body pressing me into the matt

ow, grab the pen, and

ling out, cum leaking around hi

s against my mouth, vo

around him, milki

od

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barely covering anything. Fresh hickeys cover my neck a

tennis skirt riding up slightly, ponytail swinging as she hums like nothing'

weatpants hanging low, face cold a

ling bright. "Hey

s me-half-naked in his shirt, bell

yler asks, voic

s pale. "Is.

you were gonna have doctors cut my son

her fingers and hits the

yl

wer

she chokes, voice breaking. "I was scared

ds grabbing at his sweatpan

uld go to Cambridge? Paying your tuition? Writing your essays while you were out partying? I gave

d slowly rubbing my belly, watching h

he says coldly. "I needed a son. Joyce is giving me one. Yo

papers from his back pocke

by

of her as she crawls forward, clutching his

me, slides both hands over my belly, and kisses me deep and slow,

er... Joyce... d

t enough to look ove

e got until noon to get

alk away together, leaving Jessica shatt