"You were supposed to keep a cock in all night," I mock-scold her as I play with her clit. "What am I going to do with you?"
Skylar's shoulders lift in a shrug, but she stares at me with lust-filled eyes in the mirror. "You could fill me. Now."
I grin. She’s going to be the death of me, and oh, what a way to go.
Her eyes darken as I line up with her entrance, and she mouths,fuck me. Any chance of gentle lovemaking flies out the window.
I plunge forward, moaning low as I bottom out in one hard thrust. Skylar whimpers, watching me in the mirror. I'm worried I've hurt her, but she bounces against my cock, begging me with her body to take her faster.
I pull out and snap my hips forward, thrusting in and out as I rub her clit in tight circles.
She locks eyes with me in the mirror. "Oh, oh, oh, oh." Her voice is a low, hoarse whisper as she tries to stay quiet while desperately chasing her release. The sounds of our hushed panting and muffled cries of pleasure echo off the bathroom walls. The steam from the shower fills the space, and I lean over Skylar to wipe away the condensation forming on the mirror. I want to see her eyes.
"I love you, Skylar. I love you so much. Please don't ever leave us again," I beg, my balls tightening as her core flutters around me.
Her eyes close as her release barrels down on her. "I will never leave you again. Fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes!"
Her whole body seizes, and her pussy grips me like a vice, bringing me over the edge with her. I bury my guttural cry against her back as ropes of my cum fill her.
When we both still, I pull out, lift her into my arms, and carry her to the bed.
I lower her to her feet, pulling back the covers, and she crawls in, utterly spent and exhausted. I walk to the bathroom and turn off the water, the shower long forgotten, then join her in bed.
Skylar is half asleep as I get in behind her. She moans softly as I use my fingers to capture my seed dripping down her thighs and thrust it back inside her. I fist my cock, already half hard from being pressed against her soft, curvy body, and pump myself until I'm fully erect. Then, I slowly thrust inside her from behind, her soft panting breaths as she welcomes me home, getting me harder by the second.
She needs her sleep, so I don't dare move or initiate another round. Instead, I pull her back against me, my cock keeping my cum locked inside her.
"Are you planning to sleep like this?" she mumbles.
"Yes."
"You're crazy." A soft laugh escapes, and she moans slightly as she settles her ass back against me.
"Crazy in love with you," I admit, imagining her belly swollen with my baby. "Get some sleep."
I drift off, dreaming of babies that look like Skylar and a lifetime of happiness.
Chapter nine
Skylar
"Damn it." Whitney's frustration is loud and clear as she looks out at the crowd gathered atThe Wet Whistle.
Ms. Diane, Babs, and I are organizing the ladies. We don't serve food at night, so the kitchen has become a temporary backstage for the bachelorettes. The auction starts in less than thirty minutes, and the excitement is palpable.
"What's wrong?" I ask, peeking through the circular window of the swinging kitchen door. "Did your brother show up after all?"
"No." She pouts. "But he sent his three best friends to cock-block me. I swear to God, he's going to force me to move or to join a nunnery if he keeps this shit up."
Hunter ambles back to us, grinning as he takes in the excited bachelorettes. "Ladies, you all look lovely, and this crowd is raring to go."
Claps and whistles sound out as the women help each other put the finishing touches on their makeup.
Faye Dunlop, who runs the spa in town, looks up from her mirror and grins at Hunter. "You're the MC tonight? So you won’t be bidding?" She pouts, and a few of the other women backstage boo.
"What about the other two?" Lane Peters and Jessica Clark grin at Paul and Mark, who look at me with raised eyebrows.
The hairs on the back of my neck prickle with the ladies’ attention on my guys, and I clear my throat loudly. "They are all taken, ladies." My cheeks heat, but I hold my head up proudly. I love these men, and we only get one life. I won’t allow worry to stop me from getting what I want anymore.
