Page 41 of Swamp Kings 1

“Oh God! Yes!”

He came with her and heaven almighty, what an orgasm! He sucked her shoulder with his seething groans, teeth pressing into the muscle ‘til it ached then hurt.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” he croaked in her ear, slowing as he stroked her pussy still wrapped around his cock.

She let out a half laugh, gliding her hand along his muscular leg between hers.

“What?” he murmured, kissing her shoulder.

“Just thinking how younailedyour first perfection assignment.”

His laugh erupted, making her giggle and happy that she’d caused it. He pulled her on top of him, her back against his chest. Before she could wonder, his hands covered her womb and stroked softly. She smiled and turned her head, kissing his cheek.

“How is… she?” he mumbled.

“She?” she laughed. “He’sdoing amazing.”

He hugged his strong arms along her body. “He? You think?” he asked, hopeful sounding.

“Do you thinkshe?”

“No.”

“No?” she laughed.

“I say the opposite because if it’s not I don’t want her to have a complex.”

Her heart went crazy at how sweet that was and funny. “What about him having a complex?”

“He can take it if he’s a little Bishop.”

“Awwww, a Little Bishop,” she moaned. “I honestly don’t care what gender it is, but I have to sayI wouldadorea Little Bishop. As much as I would adore a Little Bishopette.”

He laughed. “A Little Beth you mean.”

“No,” she dismissed with a smile, stroking her fingers through his silky hair. “Definitely a Bishopette.”

His chest expanded against her back with his deep breath. “How big is…”

“He,” she helped. “We can take turns. And Mah-Mah said he’s as big as a petite crawfish.”

His hands stopped stroking. “That big?”

“Yep,” she said, stroking her legs along his.

“Is this a baby crawfish, a cooyon, or a pah-pah one?”

“Cooyon?” she laughed.

“Teenager.”

She closed her legs, capturing his now hard cock between them. “Teenager.” She reached down and moved it against her.

“Mmmm, yeah?”

She nodded, already moaning. “Yeah. But this time I do you.”

“Then I’ll do you again,” he said, moaning as she mounted him. “Pretty sure fucking should come in threes. Represents perfection.”

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