“Patience, beautiful,” I say, grinning at her as I settle myself between her thighs. With my blunt teeth, I nip at her inner thighs and drag my nose along her flesh, watching her body burn for me. Temptation to follow through with my earlier wants hits me, so I flatten my tongue and lick her from bottom to clit.
“Oh. My. God!” she wails, raising her hands up above her head and gripping the pillow, pulling the edges up around her ears. “Don’t stop.”
Wasn’t planning on it. But I don’t voice that out loud, instead, I double down on my efforts until she clamps her thighs around my head, holding me hostage. This is what I want, her untethered and wild.
I’m so lost in what I’m doing that I don’t notice her move until her fingernails are embedded into my scalp. Not once since I’ve known her have I heard her growl until she says, “In me. Now, Tanner.”
I follow the path she guides me on, not that I have much of a choice considering her hands are still tangled in my hair, wiping my mouth on her sternum as I travel up her body and our eyes clash. “Love you, Britton,” I announce as I slide my dick through her slit to lubricate myself with her cum before notching the head of my cock at her opening.
Her mouth opens to respond but she loses her thought as I slide inside of her. I slowly nudge my way inside of her snug pussy, and when I eventually bottom out, I’m a heaving mess. “Damn, you’re tight, baby girl.”
“It’s been a while,” she wheezes, raising her legs, lifting her hips, and wrapping those long limbs around my waist, changing the angle which has both of our eyes rolling into the back of ourheads as I sink deeper inside of her. From there, it becomes a race to the finish—hers. I have this caveman need inside of me that demands she finds her release, at least twice, before I erupt inside of her.
Her first orgasm hits quickly, and I realize I’m running on borrowed time because my balls are ready to spew and coat her insides. It won’t take much for me to lose control so I lick the pad of my thumb and move my arm between us, circling that bundle of nerves before applying pressure.
When her entire body coils I lean down and nip at her earlobe, and as she digs her fingers deeper into my back, she screams, “I’m coming!”
When the walls of her pussy clamp down on me, I give up all sense of control and explode inside of her. Rivulets of cum paint her inner walls as I cum longer and harder than I ever have in my entire life, including my teenage years.
“Love you, Tanner,” she proclaims as I wrap my arms around her and turn our bodies to the side so all of my weight isn’t trapping her between me and the bed. “Never thought I’deverbe comfortable or ready enough to say those words to anybody, but I’m glad that you’re the one I’ve said them to.”
“Me too, darlin’. Me too. But I’m glad to be the one you feel that way about because the feeling is mutual. I love you too, Britton.” I kiss her on the temple as she curls into me, closing her eyes.
When I feel her body and breathing relax, I follow her into the abyss and catch a few hours of sleep before there’s pounding on the door, waking us both up. “Church in fifteen minutes!”
“Your brothers are assholes,” she sleepily mumbles.
“Can’t argue with the truth, baby. Go back to sleep, I’ll come back as quickly as I can. It’s gonna be another late night, so don’t wait up for me.”
“Couldn’t even if I wanted to,” she groggily admits, snuggling back into the comforter and shutting her eyes. I bend down as I unwrap myself from the bedding and peck her on the temple.
I hope the professor has had time to stew with his thoughts, because we need answers about where that live feed leads, that’s if Booker hasn’t already figured it out.
If he has, then that means we can remove his filth from this earthly plane and deliver him straight to the reaper so he can take him to live out the rest of his pathetic existence in the afterlife.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
Britton
I lookat my prenatal pills with disgust written all over my face. “A horse tranquilizer is smaller than this is. Do the manufacturers not recognize the fact that a pregnant woman’s gag reflex is sensitive?” I ask Jersey as I pop it in my mouth, gagging and struggling to swallow it whole.
“From what I hear, that wasn’t an issue for you last night,” Zoey teases as she drops down beside me with a glass of orange juice and a piece of unbuttered toast. “Morning sickness is a joke.”
“Did Doc Dennison not prescribe you anything to help with it?” I ask, reaching into my pocket and grabbing one of the ginger candies.
It’s like a domino effect, all someone has to do is mention morning sickness and my stomach begins to protest.
“She did, but it makes me drowsy and I don’t like taking them,” she admits.
“That’d be hard with Elodie running around,” I tease. “She’s a spitfire.”
“That’s the sweetest way anybody’s described my precocious daughter,” Zoey says, a smile gracing her face. “I love her more than life itself, but she keeps me on my toes.”
“I’d lose a lot of sleep at night if Elodie was my daughter,” Jersey says, playing. “I’d be scared out of my mind what she’d get into while I was sound asleep. She’s so curious about everything and doesn’t let anything stop her from exploring.”
“We can all thank her Uncle Icer for encouraging that,” Zoey points out. “He’s her damn sidekick anytime she gets into trouble.”
