I’d pulled his cock out while he’d been playing with me, not really thinking about what I was doing, just needy.
He removed his hand and guided my hips over to him, while I lined his hard cock up with my entrance. He didn’t let me sink down on him slowly; he pulled me straight onto, him, impaling me and making me gasp and grab his shoulders.
I might’ve been on top, but I wasn’t in control. Seph grabbed my hips and arse hard enough to bounce me up and down while he thrust his hip, his gaze moving from my eyes and lips to my tits, until he bent down, slowing his pace while he took one in his mouth, sucking hard.
That sent me over the edge, my muscles pulsing round him as I came, his cock feeling even bigger, harder.
“Fuck, Georgia. I’m never going to get tired of fucking you. This,” he looked at my tits. “This is just for me now. No one else. And this,” he slammed into me harder, making me almost come again. “This is mine. Mine. Mine.”
I felt him explode in me, his cum filling me up and his pulsating cock making me reach a sweet orgasm again. At some point, he’d get me pregnant like this. We’d make another baby, but until then we’d practice, and practice some more.
We stilled, me in his lap, his cock still inside me. My chest heaved with heavy breathing, my nipples still tight, breasts swollen, and my skin pinked with arousal.
“I meant everything I said.” He punctuated his words with a soft kiss. “Everything.”
“I know.” I kissed him back, pretty sure we wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. “And you’re mine too. Forever.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Georgia
Six months later
“Mummy, do you know which box my Magic Treehouse book is in?”
They were not the words I wanted to hear, not when my whole life was packed up in mostly correctly labelled boxes.
“I do, but we’re not opening any boxes until we’ve moved them into our new house.”
I’d already told Seph that this was the last time I was moving until I retired. The packing of books and clothes and kitchen items this time had been the most draining and I was done. Ava had tried to persuade me to get professional packers in, but I hadn’t been able to bring myself to it. The idea of having someone else touch my stuff and possibly not pack it how I wanted it just didn’t sit right, so instead I’d suffered, just not in silence.
“But I want to read it while we wait for the ‘moval men.” Rose’s bottom lip quivered, something that worked beautifully on Seph, but hadn’t worked once yet on me, mainly because I was immune to it after seeing Olivia try it on our mother growing up.
“I’m pleased you want to read it, but you’ll have to wait. Didn’t you get a book ready last night?”
She nodded and looked even sulkier.
Footsteps echoed from the almost empty hallway into the lounge, which was a room full of boxes. Everything was ready to go and it was only seven in the morning. We’d completed on the house we’d bought three weeks ago, and the painters and joiners had finished two days back, meaning we could properly move in.
Rose headed straight towards Seph as he came through the door, reaching up to him for him to pick her up. I’d never carried her around much as a toddler, mainly because even though she was tiny, lifting her up was a workout in itself, but she sought that from Seph.
“Ready for your new home, Tinkerbell?”
She smiled at him and grabbed the centimetre’s worth of scruff on his jaw that had grown over the last few days. He refused to tell her off for doing it, and I decided not to interfere. If she ended up epilating his face at some point, that was his fault.
“I’ve decided what mural I want on my wall.”
Here we go.
“Let me guess. A witch’s house.”
“No!”
“A big painting of me?”
“No! You’re silly!”
“Okay, one more guess… you just want it painting yellow?”
