“Remember you asked for this.” I ram forward, tearing through tight muscles.
“Ugh!” she cries out.
In pleasure or in pain, I’m not sure, but I don’t give a fuck. I guess that truly does make me a monster. Cin pleaded for this, so she must face the consequences. My fingers dig into her hips, pulling her back to meet my violent thrusts. I ruthlessly plunge in and out of her exquisitely wet cunt, reveling in the sounds of her screams and the jiggle of her ass. She bleeds from where my nails press into her perfect silky skin. She reaches back, pressing her hand against my lower stomach, attempting to minimize the impact to her body.
“You begged the monster to come out and play, so fucking play,” I growl, moving her hand.
My dick is completely covered in her white cream.Juicy deliciousness, fuck.I’m about to come. I can’t tap out. She has to find release first. Slowing down, I pace myself, shaking with the effort not to pour my seed inside her. Damn, it’s not working, I’m still about to explode.Fuck!Goddamn, her pussy is making me a weak little bitch.
“Come for me.” I lightly pinch and pluck her fat clit, hoping she comes in the next few seconds because it’s about to be a wrap for me.
I can’t take it anymore. Each stroke moves me closer to fulfillment. I roar, unloading my semen in her paradise, and sweet merciful Jesus, her pussy squeezes my dick at the same time, signaling her climax.
“Oh God!” she shouts.
“Don’t cry out for him. You cry out for me. I’m your God.” I collapse on top of her, depleted.
I drag my ass up on the bed, tugging Cin to my side. She snuggles into me, laying her head on my chest and throwing her leg over mine.
“You want a shower?” I ask.
“I can barely move, so standing isn’t an option,” she replies. “I’m in need of a nap, but a quick one. I promised Mason pizza would be waiting for him when he wakes up.”
“I’ll order from Giuseppe’s. They have the best pizza in Orlando.”
“Okay. How did he get out of the house?”
“I never bothered activating the mansion’s alarm system, but that’ll change immediately. I’ll have a serious talk with him later.”
The gate has a motion sensor from the inside, so when he walked up it opened, or he squeezed through the bars. After I checked the kitchen and still hadn’t found Mason, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I was transported back to the day I found Cole’s lifeless body in the pool and I feared the worst. Mason is a good swimmer, but he’s far from advanced. It was a huge relief when he wasn’t there either. Then I thought maybe my mother had something to do with his disappearance, but Logan confirmed she boarded a plane to Paris yesterday morning, so I ruled her out. Today the code will be changed and the alarm system activated every evening.
“You’re right to blame me. This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for me.” Tears spill from her eyes. “I swear if he’d gotten hurt…”
“You didn’t force me to agree. I made the decision—”
“Your decision would’ve been different if I hadn’t thrown in my two cents.”
“You made a good point about giving her the chance to make amends. I did my part by doing right by my brother. My conscience is clear. Like you said, it’s a hard lesson for Mason to learn, but it was necessary.”
“I’m relieved he’s safe.”
“I heard you accept the responsibility of being Mason’s mother. Did you mean it?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.”
“Good.”
It’s been almost a week since Thanksgiving. Art and Mason came over for the holiday. Even though it was only us, I cooked a huge feast, so we’ll be eating leftovers into the foreseeable future. Thank goodness there was no awkwardness at all. My mom has warmed up to Art and has fallen head over heels in love with Mason, calling him her second grandchild. She’s been a bundle of energy ever since being offered a job as a sales associate at a department store. She cried when she found out. It’s only a part-time seasonal position, but it means the world to her, and she may be asked to stay on permanently after Christmas. Anneli and I took her out to celebrate while Art looked after the boys. With Art’s help, I surprised her with a new car. Now she can come and go as she pleases. Mason is doing better after the debacle his mother’s reappearance caused. Two weeks have passed since that incident. I don’t understand how a mother, or a father for that matter, can abandon their child. Unfortunately, Art and I are still at odds. I swear that man has mood swings like a woman on the rag, but our fucking is phenomenal. That’s something I’ll never complain about. Just when I think it can’t get any more intense, he surprises me by turning up the heat another notch.
Clearing my mind, I try to focus on my current task. In my naïveté, I thought online shopping would be a great deal easier than actually going to a store. Boy was I wrong. Shopping and I are archenemies. Obviously the bitch has a vendetta against me, but she’ll need to get in line behind Art. I’m about to bang my head against the coffee table, but instead I place the laptop on it and lean back against the soft cushions of the recliner. Mom is at work and Sebastian is in his bedroom. A sudden wave of queasiness assails me. This has become more and more frequent over the last couple of days. I close my eyes, willing the unpleasant feeling away. It’s the turkey. Lord knows I’ve eaten like a glutton nonstop since Thursday.
I pop up in a panic as déjà vu hits me. While taking a shower earlier, I noticed my breasts were a little tender. These are some of the same symptoms I experienced during my first trimester with Sebastian. I haven’t felt dizzy or vomited, but still, the similarities are too hard to ignore.Stop it, Cin, you’re being paranoid.There’s absolutely no way I’m pregnant. I specifically chose the Depo shot because I felt it’s a more foolproof method of birth control, and I didn’t want the added responsibility of taking a pill every day. A doctor would say the only way to prevent pregnancy is abstinence. Sure, I haven’t had my period in two months, but my doctor assured me that it’s normal for a woman’s monthly cycle to stop even after only one injection. I’ll just make an appointment to put my fears to rest. I refuse to think about it anymore and drive myself crazy.
My nerves wouldn’t let me wait until morning to call my gynecologist’s office, so I sent a message through the Contact Us option on the website last night, requesting the first available appointment. I didn’t expect to receive a reply, but within an hour I was scheduled to come in the next day at nine. It didn’t sit right with me not to discuss the possibility of being pregnant with Art, but there’s no need to broach the subject until I’m one hundred percent certain. I sent Art a text instead of calling, letting him know I needed the day off because I’m not feeling well. Of course, he called until I answered, demanding I describe every symptom in detail. He was ready to cancel meetings and other scheduled engagements to see to my comfort. It took some time, but eventually I convinced him to continue with his day as planned.
I fidget on the examination table as Dr. Gates enters the room.
“Good Morning,” she greets, sitting on a stool.
