Page 60 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

How did parents do this?

“You’re going to make yourself sick, Angel. She will be fine. Sapphire will be with her from tomorrow,” he said as he rubbed my back with both hands.

I thought of the two blonde-haired girls together, and that soothed me.

“Yeah, they will make a kickass team,” I said, wiping my tears away. “This was the best thing move we made, Cyrus. She will still feel loved by our family surrounding her once the baby is born.”

We decided not to find out the sex of the baby because we thought it would be a nice surprise for us all. Rose was overly excited, and she was as obsessed with my belly as Cyrus was. We gave Rose everything we could find from her Mum’s house that we thought she might want to keep when she was older. She kept a photo of herself and her Mum beside her bed.

“She will always be loved,” Cyrus murmured before he kissed my head.

“I love you, Cyrus Wicke.”

“I will show you how much I love you when we get home. We don’t need to pick her up until 3 pm,” he said as he took my arm and began to drag me back towards the car.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the urgency in his voice. Only Cyrus had the ability to make me laugh no matter how dismal I felt. The latter stages of the pregnancy had been difficult, but with him by my side, he made it tolerable.

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When we got home, he didn’t bother taking me upstairs. He led me into our reception room and began to strip away my clothes. I glanced at the leather sofa and smiled at all the times we had desecrated the various ones. The baby was due any day, and this might be my last fuck for a while. With that thought, I began to push his jacket off and work on the buttons on his shirt.

“I love it when you’re hungry, Angel,” he said as he shrugged his shirt off and dropped to his knees to pull my maternity skirt down.

His hands rested on either side of my belly before he kissed it. The baby moved suddenly and I saw a bump form where one of its little arms or legs pushed against my belly. Cyrus traced his fingers over the baby’s movement. He didn’t care about the marks on my stomach or my occasional emotional outburst. His soothing words of love always made me feel better. He made me feel like I was his perfect Angel. He wasn’t as rough with me, but he was every bit as passionate as he’d been since the beginning.

His other hand moved between my legs, and his fingers brushed along my wet pussy. He pushed several fingers inside me until I moaned when the thickest part of them stretched me out. I grasped the top of his head to steady myself while he moved his hand to my heavy breasts. He glanced up at me with a smirk before he began to pump his fingers in and out of me.

“Oh, yes, Cyrus, that feels so good,” I cried as I spread my legs wider for him.

“My filthy Angel. I bet you would do anything for a deep hard fuck right now,” he said with satisfaction in his voice.

I would do anything, especially when he began to rub my clit.

“Go kneel on the edge of the couch, baby,” he said as he slowly pulled his fingers out and released my breast.

He stood up and began to remove his jeans, and I could see his hard fat dick straining against the material. If I could, I would have been on my knees, but since it would take me half a day to get back up again, I decided against it.

“Get on the couch, Angel. No deep throating until the baby is here. You can suck me off twice a day if you want after that.”

I grinned at him because he could read me like a book. When I heard him pulling his clothes off, I turned to see his cock. It was hard, thick and ready to fuck. We didn’t have the opportunity this morning since I’d been so nervous about Rose’s first day at school. Cyrus didn’t say anything, but his quiet demeanour spoke volumes.

But he was right about one thing. I was hungry.

I got comfortable on the sofa as the anticipation began to build up in me. If I could reach my pussy comfortably, I would.

“Are you ready for me, Angel?”

“Yes,” I snapped at him.

My legs spread open with my bare pussy facing him was the fucking clue, but I kept that to myself.

“My feisty little Mama,” he said as he rubbed his dick between the crack of my ass.

He rocked his cock back and forth. After several moments, when he didn’t touch my pussy, I glanced over my shoulder. My face fell when I saw the evil glint in his eye. I felt the broad, smooth tip begin to dip lower, and I sighed with relief.

“What’s better, Angel? My dick or the vibrator?”

“Please, Cyrus, not now.I need you,” I begged.

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