Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I jerked forwards again, my pelvis to her plump ass. A sheen of sweat covered my chest. With my one free hand I clenched her hip. I fucking loved this spot on her body, right where her waist flared out to her hips and ass. Where her feminine softness rounded to welcome my hardness.
I slapped her ass and she clenched around me again as her flesh jiggled. I thrust hard and my balls slapped her pussy.
Fuck, that was so goddamned satisfying. I stretched forwards with my hips, bottoming out inside her but being careful not to thrust too hard against her cervix. I still rolled and explored every inch inside of her with the head of my cock. The doctor said sex was safe (Hope was the one who’d asked), and that a moderate level of exercise was even good. So I wanted to make sure she felt me. By her low groan, I could tell she did.
“Come in,” I said to Milo. “Reach around. You can rub her clit while you jerk off.”
I’d seen him in the periphery doing his thing—watching us and getting the fuck off like the kinky bastard he was. I didn’t have enough hands free at the moment, so Milo would have to step up like he had at the beginning.
And he got to it quick enough, between Hope and the bed, down, down. I felt his hand there, pressing Hope’s swollen clit and pussy lips against my shaft as I thrust in and out of her.
And Hope started freaking the fuck out beneath me.
“Oh God, oh God!” she cried. She let go of my hair and scrambled for the quilt for stability. Her sex clenched and spasmed on my cock as she came.
Her thick, dimpled ass essentially bounced up and down, twerking on my dick.
Fuck. Oh fuck.
Every goddamn thought leaked outta my head.
Power built at the base of my spine. Pressure. Goddamn. I fucked her. She kept coming. Fucking harder. Goddamn. I squeezed her ass. Spanked her. Fucked her.
My cock was hard as marble. Hard as fucking diamonds.
I fucked my baby’s sweet little cunt, pinning Milo’s hand against her swollen clit and making her scream.
She was mine.
My family.
My forever.
I bent down and sunk my teeth into the back of her neck as her cunt milked me. I fucked out my release deep into her pussy.
TWENTY-TWO
JANUS
It’s not fair. I loved her first.
Tonight I came in late, at two a.m. Still, I thought maybe just maybe, I’d catch everyone still up for a late night... snack.
But the apartment was quiet. Silent and dark. Usually Hope was careful to leave a lamp on for me, but maybe she fell asleep in bed watching TV again. I heard from Milo she had been doing that a lot lately. He was my inside man who helped keep me updated beyond whatever stolen moments I could manage to facetime Hope on filming breaks.
A lot of times when I called midday lately, I couldn’t get ahold of her because she was napping. Apparently, growing humans was exhausting.
Milo said he found her asleep on the toilet the other day!
God, it sounded adorable.
I couldn’t believe I spent the last decade on the sidelines missing the stage so bad... and then now the one time I wanted to be sidelined, Leander breaks his leg and I have to fill in working eighteen-hour days. There were a couple days last week I didn’t even bother coming back from set in Venice because considering travel time, it would’ve been pointless to make the roundtrip to Padua and back. And as much as I might like to deny it, I needed sleep too.
So it was probably better the house was quiet. For once, my call time wasn’t till seven tomorrow. I could get a solid five hours, minus a shower.
I sighed out hard, sneaking down towards the hallway to push open the door. And there they all were. In spite of Leander’s leg, the three of them were snuggled up together on the bed. Hope in the middle. Leander on the left, Milo on the right.
And a partridge in a pear tree.
Apparently, things were running smoother than ever without me.
Hope shifted in her sleep and I thought I might have wakened her. But she just nestled into Leander’s chest. She let out an adorable little snort and Milo turned into her body, spooning her from behind.
They looked like a perfect little family. Complete.
So where did I fit in anymore?
I guess maybe it wasn’t Leander’s fault for always seeming so aloof when he was filming. It was fucking impossible to be anything but with a schedule like this. But then, he always pushed everyone away before they could even get close. I was the one trying to build us a family, to put down any kind of roots and give us some semblance of normalcy, as much as any of us had ever known.