“I love you t—” Before I can even spit out my reply, he slams into me, stealing every last molecule of oxygen from my body. I cry out, white fog blurring the edges of my vision as he fucks me like his life depends on it. It’seuphoric, an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain surging through my veins with every punishing thrust.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he taunts, reaching around the back of my thigh and pulling it over his hip. The move allows him to slide deeper, even though there isn’t a modicum of space left to be taken. But he forces in anyway, the curve of his cock hitting a spot that has me careening toward the edge faster than ever before. I can’t speak, not a single intelligent thought in my head as he continues pounding into me.
“Answer the question, Fin,” he demands. “Do you like being fucked like a toy?” My climax builds and builds, his filthy words doing nothing to slow it down. My hands find his back, fingers curling inward as I hang on for dear life.
“Y-yes,” I stutter, barely able to hear my own voice over the headboard that’s banging against the wall. I’d bet every dime I have that we’re leaving giant dents in the drywall, but that’s a problem for future Finley and Theo, because I’m pretty sure we don’t have a single fuck to give between the two of us. We’re too lost in each other to worry about anything else right now.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, making me contract around him. He grunts through clenched teeth, his fingertips digging deep divots into the flesh of my thigh until the pressure subsides and he’s able to go on.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he grits out. “I’m going to drink from these gorgeous tits while you come all over me. Then, when you’re completely and utterly wrung dry, I’m going to fill your sweet little cunt. I’ll empty loads into you day and night, only stoppingwhen I’m sure I’ve fucked another beautiful baby into you. Is that what you want?”
I nod frantically, knowing damn well I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to with how close I am to coming. But thankfully, he doesn’t ask for a better answer, making good on his promise and wrapping his lips around my nipple. I gasp, my hips lifting up to meet his thrusts as my release blazes toward me at full speed.
“Theo,” I moan, my eyes rolling back as the head of his cock kisses my G-spot. Fire licks up my spine, my fingers flexing in an attempt to hold on so I don’t float the fuck away. I’m like a rubber band being pulled right to its limit, every muscle in my body winding tight before I finally tumble into oblivion. The world goes dark, unbridled pleasure flowing through me while I tremble violently. He continues sucking as I ride it out, somehow finding the strength to peel my eyes open just as he begins to fall over the edge.
“Goddamn it, Fin!Fuck!” he roars against my skin, his thrusts becoming uneven and jerky as his climax tears through him. His cock swells, and he slams in one last time, shooting hot ribbons of cum into my sensitive pussy. I’m still incredibly tight, small aftershocks ensuring that I’ve pulled every drop from his body until we’re both spent and breathless.
“Holy shit,” he mutters, dropping his head to my shoulder. Our hearts are hammering against one another as we hang in the space between orgasm and reality. A silly smile tugs at my lips, complete and total satisfaction buzzing across my skin.
“You good?” I ask, ghosting my fingertips along his sides. He’s covered in sweat, as am I, and I’m pretty sure there’s milk all over us—butfuckif I didn’t love every second of that.
“Mhmm,” he hums. “I just need a nap. I’ll be ready for round two in no time.”
I scoff playfully, halfheartedly shoving at his shoulder. But of course, he doesn’t budge. “Not until we eat something. It’s dinnertime.”
“No thanks,” he sighs. “I’m full.”
“Oh my God,” I say on a choked laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
He lifts his head, those adorable dimples sinking into his cheeks as he smiles brightly. “Maybe I am, Mama. But you love me.”
Yes. Yes, I do.
EPILOGUE
FINLEY
“Oh my God,Fin! Let me grab that for you,” Stella says as I struggle with the door to the WAGs’ suite. It’s the first home game of the season, and Norah’s first ever. In truedrama queenfashion, she decided halfway through our trek from the car that she’d rather scream her head off than sit in the stroller, so I had no choice but to carry her while dragging it behind us. Add in the fact that I’m exhausted all the time, and I’m already dreaming about going to bed tonight.
That’s the first trimester for you, though.
We found out a few weeks ago that baby Calloway number two is due this spring, and we couldn’t be more excited. Theo has already started hisFamily of 4vision board, which is mostly just photos of parents and their children wearing matching pajamas. He and Norah have grown quite the collection since she was born, always looking like two peas in a pod at bedtime. My man is the best daddy in the world, and I know it’ll only get better as we add more babies into the mix.
“That walk gets longer every time I make it,” I grump, setting the stroller off to the side, grabbing the diaper bag, and adjusting Norah on my hip. She gives me a drooly little smile, and I drop playful kisses on her chubby cheek right before she’s swiped from my arms.
“Gimme. I need my girl,” Sydney demands, tucking the baby into her side and bouncing up and down. Norah’s giggles fill the room, and they’re at the window before I even have a second to think.
“See that yucky boy down there? Number twenty-three?” She points at the Renegades’ newest player as he warms up on the field below. “He’s pissing—sorry,ticking—Auntie Syd off. And we’re going to take him down. Want to help me?” Norah babbles nonsense, and Sydney listens intently as though she understands.
“I know,” she replies. “He has no business looking like that when he’s so awful, right?” More babbling, but this time, Stella steps in.
“Stop trying to corrupt my niece,” she says, taking her turn with Norah. She’s used to getting passed around like this, since her crazy aunts and uncles can’t seem to ever get enough.
“Where’s Mrs. Kingsley?” I ask, scanning the room in search of Bailey. She and Jett were married in an intimate ceremony two months ago, and they’ve barely come up for air since.Not that they ever really did to begin with.So, I’m not shocked that she isn’t here yet, even though she’s usually the first one.
Stella turns my way, her eyes dancing with mirth. “Puking her guts out at home. Twenty bucks says she’s pregnant. I can just feel it.”
“Good,” I reply with a smirk, reaching into the diaper bag and pulling out Norah’s dinosaur blanket. “Maybe this time around, I’ll have someone to commiserate with. We can take turns hugging the toilet bowl.”
