Page 137 of Vicious Little Games

Cass pulls my fist free from her mouth and says, “Maybe…maybe he changed his mind…and left!”

Grinning down at her, I shake my head and then shove my thumb into her mouth. Cass sucks on it enthusiastically, knowing exactly where I plan to put it next.

“No, Cole’s so pussy whipped, he wouldn’t walk away from you.”

My jaw actually drops at my mom’s assessment.

Cass glances down to where I’m literally banging her pussy.

Fine. It’s true. I’m pussy whipped and I don’t even care.

“I am, but you’re also cock whipped,” I whisper to Cass. When she scoffs, I pull my thumb free from her mouth to press it to her clit, making her eyes slam shut on a gasp. Now I lean down to cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans while she does the same to my groans of pleasure.

Both of Cass’s hands grasp my back through my white button-up, trying to press more of my weight down on top of her. I let her, only keeping my weight off her belly. Even if the doc said sex is perfectly safe, I don’t want to squish our son or daughter.

Cass whimpers and bites my lip as she comes on my cock, taking me with her.

I’m savoring the waves of bliss, even when my phone begins to buzz from where I left it tossed on the floor in my tux jacket, as I empty inside Cass.

The second trimester has been so much fun. Cass pukes less, and all she wants to do is fuck.

That’s probably why Dante has recently decided that he and my mom are going to buy a house and give us the penthouse as a wedding present.

I can’t wait to be able to fuck my wife without my mom constantly interrupting. I know it’s her calling me, asking where I am as I rock in and out of Cass’s heaven a few more times while we both recover.

Throwing her arms over her head, Cass closes her eyes and lets her tongue roll out of her mouth, saying without words that she’s dead. I killed her with orgasms.

Biting back a chuckle, I pull out, letting our combined cum gush from her. Now she opens her eyes to look up at me in concern.

“Nobody will know,” I mouth to her.

“I will!” she huffs.

“Cole’s not answering his phone,” my mom informs us, making me roll my eyes.

Getting off the bed, I hold up my pants and go to the bathroom to clean up, then find a towel to toss to Cass.

While she’s cleaning up, I retrieve my phone and send my mom a text, I’m downstairs in the lounge having a quick goodbye drink with Eli. Is Cass ready? I figured she would be running at least half an hour behind schedule.

What my mom doesn’t know is that it’s my fault she’s running late. She probably has no idea that Eli left early this morning to start his “vacation.” Dante was furious that Eli knew about me and Cass and didn’t tell him. So, he told him he would be shot on sight in Vegas after the wedding today, unless he found Madison and brought her back safe and sound.

It’s basically like asking a man to find a needle in a barn full of haystacks.

Eli seems confident that he can find Madison, even though no one else has been able to track her down.

If he does find her using his torture techniques, then good fucking luck to Madison.

By the time my mom responds by text for me to get my ass up to the penthouse, Cass is standing next to the bed looking like a blushing, untouchable princess. She catches me staring at her and winks while continuing to comb her fingers through her loose red waves.

“I’m going down to the casino to find Cole,” my mom announces through the door. “I’ll send Dante up to walk you down if you’re sure you’re ready?”

“I’m absolutely sure, Vanessa,” Cass tell her.

“I better get down there,” I say, giving her one last peck on the cheek when I finally hear the click clack of my mom’s heels retreating down the stairs. “See you soon?”

“Yes,” she says, then grabs two handfuls of my hair to make me look at her. “If you even think about tossing me in the pool in my dress, I swear I’ll name our daughter Amber.”

“I promise not to toss you in the pool today.” I quickly agree before I fully consider her comment. Palming her small bump, I say, “Wait. Were you joking about us having a hypothetical daughter or did you find out it’s a she?”

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