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It was unbelievable.

I heard the sounds I made, but they seemed distant, more animalistic than human. His exerted bursts of air joined in as he increased his effort. The slapping of flesh. The way his heavy balls landed against my wet pussy.

It all began to converge into one event.

“Yeah, baby. You’re doing it. You’re taking all of me. So tight. So good. All mine,” he panted. “Now cum for me. Soak my balls with your cum, baby.”

My legs trembled, muscles tightening, and he slammed into me so hard he hit something deep inside, his pelvis grinding against me. The combination made me detonate. My pussy contracted violently. My guttural cry was long and broken. Then Luke shouted my name as his hot cum gushed inside me.

It felt like a reward, the way he kept repeating my name.

“Only three more times to go,” he rasped.

My eyes widened, but my pussy clenched around him.

Fuck. Just as well I was off work tomorrow.

I’d need to call Amber.

I was still prioritising my night when he began to move. That thick, long cock began to move again. Inside me. Into the shape he’d carved out for himself.

And I lay there and took every inch like the good girl I was.

Chapter 4

Luke

Amber would make an incredible big sister. She loved her mother far too much for any other outcome. My conclusion wasn’t rash, but a sound determination from observation and some of the information Michael obtained for me.

Christmas in the Rayne household was a sight to behold.

Amber wasn’t locked away in her room revising. They worked around one another in the kitchen like a machine. When I tried to help, all I did was disrupt the rhythm, so I was left to observe.

Presents had been exchanged and opened. Isabella kissed me for the first time in front of Amber. It was on my cheek, but it was progress. The engagement ring was burning a hole in my pocket.

The doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” I said, standing up.

It was probably Amber’s boyfriend, Nolan or Gollum. I don’t know why his face irritated me so much. But I certainly did not like the smug self-righteousness when he talked. It was all so performative. I’d lived with an actress for years, so I knew.

I opened the door and found Zachary Rayne standing there. Judging by the backpack, he might stay. I recalibrated my plans for my fiancée tonight. But the way he was glaring at me, it might do him some good to listen to me breed his adoptive mother.

“Who the fuck are you?” he snapped, staring at me with the intense moral outrage of an aristocratic Victorian heroine whose virtue had been called into question.

He looked me up and down.

“Luke Newbury,” I said, leaning in the doorway to deny him access. “And you must be Zachary Rayne.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, trying to work his way around me.

I grabbed him by his coat, drawing him close.

“My girlfriend has worked exceedingly hard to make this a special day, Zach, so be mindful of your manners once you step inside this home,” I said, keeping my voice low and calm.

His wide eyes confirmed receipt of my warning.

“Oh my god, Zach,” Isabella practically screamed.