“Well done, Little Sinner. Take both of your men.” I keep pumping into her, picking up my pace.
Harper’s ass slaps against my hips with each thrust. Tyler isn’t going easy on her either, shoving his whole length into her eager mouth. She’s loving this, her pussy growing tighter and her moans more high pitched. She’s working hard, trying to make Tyler and me come, but it’s an unspoken rule for me that Harper always comes first.
I reach for her clit. She unravels instantly, her pussy choking my dick.
“Good girl, Harper. So fucking beautiful.” My teeth grit with pleasure.
The pulsing of her orgasm works the cum out of me. Everything goes white-hot as I release inside her. My muscles seize. I drive into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt. The sensation is so intense I can barely breathe. I’m drowning in pure fucking ecstasy.
“My turn,” Tyler says as soon as I pull out of Harper.
“Good. I want our girl pregnant.”
I collapse on the bed, watching him pull her beneath him, getting a clear view of his cock sliding into her pussy. His pace is fast, his hips snapping against Harper with urgency, fucking my cum deeper into her. Harper’s legs wrap around him and their fingers weave.
I’m transfixed by how pretty Harper is getting fucked. Flushed cheeks. Ruffled hair. The way her lips part as Tyler brings her nipples into his mouth.
When we were younger, Tyler always fucked hergood. If I weren’t drained already, I’d jerk off to the sight of them right now.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts. “I’m about to come. Put a baby in you. You’d like that?”
Harper moans with a second orgasm the moment Tyler mentions getting her pregnant.
He climaxes with her, his face taut. “I’m coming in you, Princess. We’re going to get you pregnant. I promise.”
The two of them meeting their peak together is like art. They’re both trembling and flushed, clinging to each other while letting out the most desperate moans. I am so fucked up for how much I’m enjoying this.
Tyler collapses on Harper. Their bodies are slick with sweat and they’re panting.
Harper tilts her head, her gorgeous blue eyes landing on me in a daze as she smiles. “Come closer. I want to feel you.”
I roll on my side, stroking the damp hair back from her forehead. “You are so beautiful, Harper. You’re going to look even more beautiful pregnant with our child.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
TYLER
Mid-morning, I wake alone in bed with a vague memory of Felix leaving for a meeting with Theo. He insisted I wasn’t needed and to stay in bed with Harper.
She’s in the bathroom now, singing to herself. I climb out of bed, not bothering to throw on clothes as I join her. She’s brushing her hair at the bathroom mirror, wearing one of my shirts, her legs bare.
“Morning, handsome.” Harper smiles, meeting my gaze in the mirror.
I step behind her, sliding my hands around her waist and pressing my erection to her ass, inhaling her sweet perfume. “My beautiful ballerina. You and I have barely had a minute alone since we got back together.”
Her hands rest upon mine as we watch our reflection, the two of us hugging and smiling. Fuck, we look happy and in love. The moment is quiet and surreal. I’m so unbelievably lucky.
“Look at us, Harper Blackwood. Do you even recognize us? I haven’t seen those two people in eight years.”
She laughs, linking our fingers.
“We did it, baby, we got him back.”
“I’ve never been this happy in my life, Tyler.”
My hands slide up beneath Harper’s shirt, skimming her warm skin, resting on her stomach, imagining the bump she’ll soon show.
Pregnancy has been a troublesome topic between us for a long time. We’ve often wondered what our child would be like if there’d been no miscarriage. We’ve missed the child we never got to meet and hold in our arms. The following years of failed conception made the pain worse. I’d given up hope we’d ever have a child.
