Page 210 of His Pretty Little Duet

Releasing her throat and pussy, I push her flat. Her arse arches up like a good girl, presenting herself to me. I pull out my cock, all but panting when I fist the throbbing length and jerk myself a few times. The ache. Blood boils and expands inside my erection, the need to come a painful building urge. The veins coiling my cock pulse back in my palm. My heart beats inside them.

Heat hits my ears.

Letting go of my cock, the long hard length throbbing, I tug her jeans down to her ankles, using the material to limit her movements. Then I rip her underwear to the side, baring a tight, young pussy.

Can’t wait. I slide into her, bucking her forward when I hit her depths, abruptly taking her from empty to stuffed with my pulsating thick length. She cries out. Just once.Good girl.

I still. Release a long deep groan, I see black, the darkness of my shredding resolve taking hold, at just the clenching of her slick strong walls enveloping me. She clings. Pulses. Wanting. More. “Shh.Sweet girl. Don’t do that. Let me calm down first.”

“I want you like this,” she moans, her voice strained, muffled, her fingers digging into the sheets by her head.

“No. You don’t. I can’t lose control with you anymore.”

“Who else will you lose control with then, Sir?”

“Christ,” I growl when her pussy massages me.Damn her.“Fist the sheets harder, sweet girl. Hold tight.” I press my hand to the seam of her arse, slide my thumb to play with her pretty arsehole, and watch myself fuck her wanton little channel.

The lips of her pussy hug the root of my cock. So stretched. So pink. Then I draw out quickly against all her muscles working around me for control. I slam back in, beat another cry from her, and study the way she swallows my cock again. “Fuck. So responsive around me.”

I drop my knees to either side of her, cover her soft spine with my torso, buck my hips, and fuck her fast, each thrust taking me deeper. Taking her like a fucking feral dog, I grunt to the beat of my hips. Feeding my hand between her abdomen and the mattress, I cradle her womb. She is growing my children. “You’re pregnant, sweet girl. You’re mine in every way now. My little body to fill and use.”

That’s it. A violent groan sounds from my throat, losing my load in her early, faster than I’ve ever done before. Uncontrolled. I pump in hard, spurting hotly, tremors racketing through convulsing pelvic muscles.

I pull out before I’ve even finished and shove my fingers into her swollen wet depths, pushing my cum in further, knowing she was close, intent on making her come. My cock still drips as I work her writhing little body until she’s trembling and squirming. Coming on my hand and to my penetration.

She gasps, “Sir,” worming slowly on the mattress.

A few moments pass by with the steady twisting of my fingers in her warm pussy. The peak of her pleasure slowly levels, her trembling muscles falling lax to the mattress. “God.Sir.You can always lose control with me… but you know,”—I can hear her cheeky grin as she says—“I love you works too.”

I smile through the corner of my mouth. “I love you, little deer.”

Fawn

A twingebetween my thighs plays out in my slow, sultry walk as I stride in time with Clay’s confident steps towards the outside area. The entire west wall of the house is glass panelling. Through the span of windowpanes, a smaller building is set a few metres from the grassed lawn. A granny flat or a gym. I don’t know which, but it’s lavish.

The abundant lawn stretches for many metres, rolling over a small hill and down. A trampoline—one of those with a protective net—is set up under a large tree thick with foliage. I’ve never been on a trampoline. I hope our children have one of those, too.

In an alfresco of sorts, I spot Max sitting on an outside lounger. Across from him, Cassidy natters sweetly, her strawberry-blonde hair is in a high ponytail, bouncing behind her as she talks.

I can’t hear voices through the glass, but I can see Xander and Bronson both standing over them, their eyes trained on Max. Conversation passes, causing smiles and chuckles. The Butcher brothers are more casual—ordinary— than I’m used tosince being with Clay. They are in jeans and tee-shirts, looking every bit young Australian men.

Bronson is painted from his neck to the tips of his fingers in colourful tattoos, and I’m not sure I ever notice just how many there are… And Max has muscles bigger than my head bulging from his upper arms… And Xander looks so perfectly cut, he may have no body fat at all. All the boys blue eyed, dark haired, confident, pinch-yourself-kind-of-gorgeous. So, really, they couldn’t be ‘ordinary’ if they tried.

Despite that, my feet take me impatiently towards them, until I am slightly ahead of Clay, pulling the sliding door open, earning myself the attention of all three Butcher boys and Cassidy.

I rush to Xander when his baby blues land on me and throw my arms around him, warmth from his embrace suffusing me. He’s my friend. I’d do it again. “You’re okay.”

“Hey, girlie.” He holds me to him for a quick moment before pushing me out in front of him. “Now. You listen to me. Don’t ever put yourself in danger for me again.Ifucked up. I went out on my own. You are not to blame for what happened. I am, ya hear me?”

Sighing, I nod because he’s right. He did fuck up. “You did fuck up. Don’t do that again.”

He laughs with that-boy-next-door ease, cool and charismatic. The sound bounces around the alfresco in a welcoming way. “Yes, Boss.”

Feeling eyes on me, I look at Max. His left leg propped up on the cushioning, bandages wrapped with care around his thigh, angry red flesh peeking out above and below the white fabric. I swallow and shake my head. “Are you in pain?”

A smirk builds across his face. “Never been better.”

I laugh a little. “You said that like you really meant it.”

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