Easily.
But when she settles her pussy over my mouth I eagerly set to work pleasuring her, taking my time. She leans forward, her hair brushing over my abs, and then I realize what she’s doing when Owen pulls off my cock and his mouth is immediately replaced by hers.
Her pussy muffles my moans as Owen starts laving his tongue over my balls, sucking on them while Susa focuses on my cock. They work together, both their mouths sliding up and down my cock together, Owen taking turns—my world dissolves into nothing but being focused on the pleasure they’re giving me and the sweet taste of her juices filling my mouth.
I manage to get one out of her before I quit holding back. My climax erupts from me, and it’s Owen who swallows with a satisfied noise I feel all the way through my balls.
Susa sits up as Owen finally pulls off my cock. I feel them kissing and know she’s tasting me on him. By the time she swings off me, subspace has already shattered and cleared out of my mind, the bastard totally back in the house and in control. When Owen climbs up my body, I grab him by the back of the head and pull him in for a long, deep kiss that drives him all the way into the mental playroom where he’s happy to submit to either or both of us.
“Myverygood boy,” I say as I roll him onto his back, me on top. I grab his hands and pin them over his head as I stare down at him. His rigid cock leaks pre-cum all over his abs, and I imagine there’s probably a wet spot on the bed under where he was lying.
He’s not allowed to come without permission, and my good boy does his best to obey, always. While I had given him freedom to grab Susa and fuck her whenever it was safe to do so while we were trying to get pregnant, with everything else currently going on lately, that had fallen by the wayside.
Or so I thought.
This latest development was a happy accident that I won’t question.
I adjust my plan on the fly. No DP’ing the pet tonight, because as tired as I am, no way will I be able to get it up a second time right now. “I’d planned on givingsomeonehis last ever reward spanking in the mansion as governor tonight.”
Hunger flashes through his eyes as he licks his lips. “You still can, Master.”
Settlesthatquestion. I sit up and swing off him. “Excellent. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck my ass when we’re finished,Governor.”
His hunger grows, turning his green eyes dark. “Sounds like a deal to me,Chief.”
Chapter Four
Owen
I watch as Carter climbs out of bed and retrieves a towel from the bathroom, and then bends over the bag he brought with us tonight and starts rooting through it. I didn’t even ask what was in it, because I know from experience if he wants us to know, he’ll tell us.
Sometimes, he prefers we don’t know, and gets sadistic jollies making us guess.
Whatever it is, it’s nearly guaranteed Susa and I will love it, even if we’re swearing at him at the time.
Such is life with a sadist, especially with the bastard extraordinaire.
Didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it.
Susa and I both do, or we wouldn’t be here.
I know better than to beg for relief before he’s ready for me to start begging. That’ll only delay things for his amusement. We didn’t work out or jog this morning, so we didn’t have our usual shower sex, and that’s left me horny and on edge all day, especially knowing we’d be coming over here tonight.
Add to that the fact that Carter took every moment possible to tease me today.
A baby!
I blink that joy away, not wanting to lose focus. I don’t care that I won’t be the one making the announcement tomorrow, or that nearly everyone else won’t know the truth.
Weknow.
Just before Tommy’s birth, Susa asked me yet again if I was really okay with Carter being listed as the boy’s father. Well,duh.
They both bearmylast name, too, even if people think it’s just a middle name.
When they’re old enough to understand the need for secrecy and privacy, we’ll give them more details.
From the night Carter sprang it on me that he and Susa got married in secret, I made a conscious decision to let go and trust.Never, not once, have I ever regretted that decision.
