Page 262 of Bride of Choice

Someone liked that as much as Gopher and I had. I was shocked at how composed Gopher had managed to stay. He normally struggled. What was so different this time?

“We’re never going to get to that bath at this rate,” I teased, wiggling in Rek’s arms.

Loosening the ties of the blindfold around half of my face, he let it fall to cup one of my breasts, his other hand sliding down my belly to tease my clit.

Walking us over to the tub, he stepped right in and sat down, chuckling as I squeaked at the sudden shift from chilly as fuck to warm, almost jacuzzi hot, water. Liquid sloshed over the sides, my bath salts forgotten over by the sideboard as he settled us right in.

“What now, oh great bossy one?” I sassed, glancing over my shoulder just in time to watch Rek’s head dip and his lips press lightly to one of several bite scars on my shoulder.

“Again.” Leaning back, lazily playing with my nipple, he urged me to ride him, just like this, reverse cowgirl style, top of my tits deep in water. One of the fingers covering my clit began to tap it as I moved.

“I’m not going to be able to walk in the morning,” I pointed out but continued to ride him.

“Make babies. Then walk,” he countered, snickering when I paused to flip him the bird, and yet I laughed at his antics all the same.

“Baby,” I corrected as he sat up straighter, careful not to break my rhythm, and began peppering kisses down my shoulder.

“Rek only make babies with Jojomine this time. Rek first. No more males. Less babies chance.”

Meaning, if I tried to make a baby with just him, the chances of me having a single pregnancy were greater, though twins weren’t uncommon, I well knew.

Closing my eyes as an earth shattering orgasm rocketed through me, head thrown back, tilted towards the ceiling, I reached behind me and gripped the head fur closest to me and told him those three little words I couldn’t get enough of telling him. “I love you, you big idiot.”

“Rek loves him’s naughty Jojo, too,” he growled into my flesh as he came hard, shaking with the force of it.

Slumping back against him, groaning with every twitch and twinge my already aching body made me aware of, I closed my eyes and sank into him. “Let’s just stay like this forever.” I dared a peek at him to find him grinning like a fool. “We can be mermaids, if we don’t shrivel up like prunes first.”

Wrapping his arms around me, his purr was so long and loud it threatened to rattle my brains.

Taking his hands in mine, I placed them over my stomach and joined him in smiling like a fool.

Crudely put but apropos, we were so going to put a baby in me.

Chapter 32

Nestled in Rek’s bed, snuggled up to my permanent headache that I loved to pieces, I heard the knock at the door but one crack of an eyelid open told me it was too fucking early, I was too damn wiped out and sore to move, and they could just come back later. We’d taken to making a baby like pros but all the healing salves in the world couldn’t completely take away the soreness from the marathon screwing we were doing. And we did it anywhere, everywhere. There were few places that remained safe from our baby making efforts.

Gopher had “stumbled” upon us on more than one occasion, to the point I had a very strong feeling Rek was planning these little rendezvous. Each time, Rek encouraged me to taste him but that was it, and each time Gopher was more than happy to get his knob polished while Rek pounded me into the ground.

Rek grumbled something I didn’t catch and tried to move, but he had to pry me, fussing and softly growling at him to come back to bed and keep me warm, to his possessive ass’ delight, to answer the door.

“Tell them to come back later,” I mumbled on a yawn. “When I’m hobbling in the veggie garden and pretending my cooch isn’t about to fall off, and they can bug you for something after I’m not home.”

Rek walked around the side of the bed but didn’t snuggle back down. “Wake, my Jojo,” he crooned, chuckling when I curled my lip at him, eyes still squeezed shut, but offered little else.

Dragging me up his length, despite my mumbled protests, I didn’t care what “present” he had planned to try and top the watch I’d presented him with, a mated anniversary present I’d bought and held onto along with the necklace on a ring he coveted, he urged me to sit up.

“Give up,” I grumbled. “Just accept that I’m the best and cuddle me to death. I love fucking cuddles,” I told him, to his amusement.

“Rek loves Jojomine’s cuddles, too, but my Jojo will like this, too,” he rumbled out softly.

“If it’s a dick, please tell it to wait until morning, I’m all filled up,” I grumbled with a yawn.

“Better,” he promised, nuzzling my temple.

Dragging the pelts I was nestled in off of me, for thick hands that were most certainly not his to part my legs, and a furry mug to bury deep in my sex, a thick tongue I knew well following, began to tongue fuck the aches deep inside my pussy away.

“Oh- Oh- Fuck! Ambushing twats… I’m going to kick both of your asses- I- Rek, you dick! Damn you- Bitch, don’t you dare stop!” I cried out as I pressed harder into Bum-bum’s face.

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