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She's got the head of my cock at the back of her throat, and I can feel her swallowing. When I look down, her eyes are at half-mast, her cheeks rosy, a look of wonder and contentment on her face.
"God, baby. How do you get more beautiful every time I look at you? You're so pretty with my cock in your mouth, you know that?"
I mean that shit, too. She is. I don't know how, but it's true. The way her lips are stretched, the hint of white cream at the corners of her mouth, it's like she's been created just for me.
"I'm never letting you go." I brush her hair back from her face, then finally she lets my cock drop from her lips with a swallow and a smile. "You're never getting away from me."
"I know. I don't want to go, either."
I take her hands, guide her up against me, and pull her into my chest. There's a twinge of regret, despite how good she just made me feel. Because I just let her swallow my seed.
Because there's this burning force inside me that wants my cum in her womb. That flares red at the thought of breeding with her. At the thought of her belly rising with what's ours, letting the world know who she belongs to.
Next time, I'm coming inside her. And every time after that.
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Decker
There's a woman in my bed for the first time in my life. And she's never leaving. It's like she's always been there. No other woman has ever graced my sheets before May. No other woman ever will.
It's nearly 3 a.m. and I only just got her to drift off. I intended to leave her sore pussy alone until tomorrow, but she hooked me with that lip bite, and before I knew it, I was filling her with another deep load of the hot, sticky stuff. I held my cock inside her as long as I could, making sure as much stayed inside as possible. Hoping it would be enough.
The thought of our baby inside her makes me lose my fucking mind. Fuck. Holy shit, I'm not the same man I was before her. And that's fine by me. This is one change for the better.
There's no way I want to leave her right now, so I've got Allister and my crew on the move.
They're casing the estate for me. Got feelers out with friends and acquaintances. We'll put on enough pressure that someone cracks and we get the information we need.
It's a small world with these old-school crime families. Legit businesses on the outside, dirty as fuck on the inside. I've seen a lot of shit go down in my clubs over the years. A lot of very powerful people dipping their toes where they ought to keep clear. Which means I've got a long list of favors I can call in.
So far, Allister tells me both of them are at the house, which makes me think Leah is there too. It's just a hunch, but it makes sense. Why would they put her somewhere else, where they can't keep an eye on her?
But it's just a hunch. It wouldn't be the first time I’ve been off, so we're getting anything we can on Simon and Victor. At the same time, I've got a judge ready to sign a search warrant. We need to get in that house and get eyes in every room.
I want to be there, but May can't be left alone right now. Allister's on it. I trust him more than anyone else in this world.
I slip under the covers with her, moving inch by inch until I've got her back against my chest. Her ass is gobbling my barely softened cock, and my mind drifts, imagining taking her there. Suddenly my cock is back up and ready to serve.
Not now, boy, she needs her rest.
And that ass will need a few weeks of prep work before I get my fat dick inside. I'll never hurt my girl. Never. Heart or body.
I listen to her breathing, nuzzling my nose into her hair and taking a deep breath. She smells fresh, like she's been outside in the spring. But there's a hint of our sex still on her, and the combination is more intoxicating than any liquor.
After an hour, my phone buzzes on the nightstand. I shift, leaving her warmth, and slip out of bed as I hit the button.
"Yeah?"
"Boss, we got her." Allister's voice is excited and my heart leaps right along with him.
"What? How? That was fucking fast."
"Victor got pulled over tonight. Had two grams of coke on him." He lets that sink in before he carries on. "I reached out to Judge McKinley. He was May and Leah's godfather, so he has no love for the Galletti boys, that's for sure. As soon as Simon took over, he cut everyone out of the girls' lives, wanted complete control. That didn't sit well with McKinley, so when we came calling, he was ready to listen."
"Fuck. Good. Well done, Allister, I owe you." I shake my head. I can hardly believe this. I was ready for a war trying to get Leah back. "Well, I know Mrs. McKinley isn't the jewel on his arm in the club every Thursday night when he's supposed to be having dinner with the District Attorney."
Allister chuckles, then a voice cuts through in the background.
