“For real?” he asks excitedly.
“As long as you make me come over and over, you can do with me as you want.”
He holds his hand up in the air. “Check, please.”
We crashthrough his front door with our lips locked, not too different from Vegas, but this time, there are so many more emotions involved. We’re also stone-cold sober, so there’s no sloppiness. It’s passionate, purposeful touches. Lots of them. I’m not sure I’ve ever been more ravenous for a man than I am for him right now.
Because I’ve never cared about one until now.
I fell just a little harder for Daylen Humblecut tonight, and now I want to jump his bones. I normally have a healthy sexual appetite, but pregnancy has me going crazy all the time. It’s a constant need, and I plan to get my fill tonight.
He lifts my dress over my head and tosses it on the floor before lifting me so my legs wrap around him. Just as our lips are about to meet again, I feel a giant paw on my bare ass. Just one, though, because the other is wrapped around Daylen. She wants to join us.
I giggle. “This isn’t the kind of threesome I’m into.”
“Does that mean there are threesomes youareinto?” he asks with sudden curiosity.
“What woman doesn’t want to get railed by two guys?” I joke.Sort of.
He scrunches his face. “Men? Forget it. I’m not sharing my wife with any other man.” He kisses down my neck. “She’s all mine. For better or worse.”
For the first time ever, I don’t hate it when he calls me his wife. In fact, it gives me chills.
“BJ, bed!” he commands. And I swear I nearly come from his authoritative tone and the way she immediately obeys.
“That turned you on,” he accuses with amusement. “Your nipples are practically poking through your bra.”
I nod. “Fuck, it was hot. Now get all bossy with me and fuck me hard.”
He looks down my body until his eyes find my stomach. “Maybe I should take it easy on you tonight. I was super rough with you last time. I didn’t know you were pregnant.”
I grab fistfuls of his hair and pull it hard. “I swear to god, if you take it easy on me, I’m milking your prostate every damn day throughout this pregnancy.”
He shrugs. “I’d be good with that. It felt weird, but the orgasm was killer. It literally brought me to my knees.”
I narrow my eyes at him, and he smiles. “Fine, I’ll choke you to near unconsciousness if that’s what you want.”
I nod emphatically. “Yes, that’s what I want. Get to work.”
“Okay, okay, Ms. Bossy.” He pauses briefly, almost as if he’s nervous. “Can I show you something first?”
“Your dick? I’ve seen it. I know it’s big. I’m mentally prepared.”
He chuckles. “Not my Humblecock. Something else.”
“Is it a red room of pain? Oh god, please let it be that.”
He shakes his head in amusement. “You have a one-track mind, Jeffries.”
“Your child is causing increased blood flow to my downtown, and since you put said child in there, I need you to take care of business for me.”
He places me back on my feet. “Five extra minutes, then orgasms galore. I’m gonna be like Oprah.” He points to my mouth and yells out, “You get an orgasm.” Then he points to my pussy. “You get an orgasm.” Finally, he points to my ass. “And you get an orgasm.”
I smile at his ridiculousness. “Fine, I’ll wait an extra five minutes for all thoseallegedorgasms,” I say with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
Removing his sports coat and throwing it over the kitchen chair, he takes my hand and leads me to the stairs. We ascend the first flight, which is where all the bedrooms are. But then we walk down the hall to a smaller second flight I hadn’t noticed before.
As we climb the second set of much narrower stairs, I look around at the unfamiliar space. “I didn’t know there was a third floor.”
