“Yeah, me and Cider.”But I don’t want to think about my runaway of a sister when I am balls deep in my new woman.
New woman?Becki’s gonna have my baby.Maybe my twins.I’ll have to make an honest woman out of her.
“Becki, you’re gonna marry me right?If you’re having my baby?”
Smiling her answer, Becki is still trembling, pussy fluttering around my cock like it’s begging me not to pull out.Her hair is sticking up, sweat shining on her skin, her voice nothing but wrecked little gasps.
She rolls off me, I drag my palm down over her lower belly, spreading my fingers possessively.
“That’s where my kid’s gonna live,” I growl.“Right there.You feel that?”
She whimpers, nodding, eyes rolling a little.
“You’re damn right you do.”
My hand goes lower, and I cup her pussy hard keeping everything I gave her inside.But I stroke her again, slow, teasing.
“This is my pussy,” I tell her, voice low and filthy.“My baby factory.My fucking property.And you’re gonna show it off for me when your belly starts to swell.”
She’s shaking so hard she can barely breathe.
“Royal,” she whispers like she’s wore out.
I tilt her chin toward me, eyes locked on hers.
“You want another load?”I ask.“You want me to fuck more babies into you?I’ll do it.I’ll keep you pregnant until your knees give out.”
She tries to answer.Can’t.
I grin.
“Use your words, sweetheart.If you want my cum, you ask for it.”
Becki doesn’t disappoint.
“Fill me again, Royal… please… I want to feel you dripping out of me.”
“Fuck…”
I think I have died before.Maybe tonight I finally came back.
Chapter 43
Royal
Eventually Becki sleeps.Curled against me.Full of my seed, trusting me in a way that terrifies me more than guns or demons or Crowley’s sermons.
I kiss the top of her head, tuck the blanket around her, and slip quietly upstairs to breathe air that is not filled with the scent of her and the sin of what I just did.
The porch is cool.Cigarette smoke already hanging in the night.
Legend stands there, leaning on the railing, lighting a second one like he expected me.
He offers it without looking.“You look like a man who did something stupid.”
I take it.“You look like a man who knows exactly what stupid feels like.”
He snorts.“Sophie’s gonna bruise for a week.”
