Page 111 of Beast: Part Two

Holding up a hand, I stop whatever he was about to say about his deadbeat parents. “I’m not your mother, Walker. I won’t run from my child or my responsibilities just because my kids aren’t deemed normal by society. I don’t care if they are deaf, blind, mute, or have two personalities.”

Being in this house these five months has shown me what true love and family look like. Walker and his brothers are a collection of characters. Some, a little quirkier than the others, but they are my family. Even Many’s weird ass.

He laughs. “Priest said the same thing.”

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I hug him as best I can with my stomach.

“He was a good man,” I reply.

“That he was.”

“Which is why I’m naming baby two Nathaniel Priest Walker.”

He grabs my shoulder and leans me away from him, looking down into my face.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am,” I laugh. “He may have been an asshole sometimes, but he helped raise the man that I love. And I think that should be honored.”

He shuts his eyes and sighs. “I love you, Brook.”

“I love you too.”

He bends down, pressing his lips to mine. He cups my face as he slips his tongue into my mouth. I moan at the intrusion. Being pregnant has sent my sex drive into overdrive. I think I’ve had more sex since I’ve been pregnant than I’ve had my entire life.

Walker reaches for the end of my shirt and lifts it over my head. We break our kiss just long enough to pull the shirt off. He tosses it somewhere behind me before going back to kissing me.

He walks backwards, taking me with him. He spins us at the last minute. The back of my legs hit the side of the bed. Getting to his knees in front of me, he tugs at my yoga pants, pulling them down along with my underwear. Once he works them down to my feet, he lifts my legs, helping me step out of them. He’s face to face with my belly.

He drops a soft kiss on my navel before helping me sit down on the side of the bed. Keeping his eyes on me, he lifts one of my legs and places it on the bed, opening me up for him.

“Walker,” I moan as he slips two fingers inside my core and strokes them in and out of me.

I should be embarrassed at how wet I am, but I’m too horny to care. He buries his face into my center, his tongue swirling around my nub like an expert while his fingers continue to drive me crazy.

I toss my head back as I place my hand on his head. “Yes, baby,” I cry as he slurps up my wetness. My hips roll as he brings me closer and closer to my release.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please don’t stop.” I shut my eyes so tight, spots appear behind my eyelids. My orgasm is fast approaching. I swirl my hips even more.

“Give me what I want, Brook,” he demands before sucking my clit into his mouth.

As he knew I would, I erupted. I scream his name as my body convulses. He drinks me down without wasting a drop. He cleans me up so good, I spiral into another orgasm. This one has me pushing his head away because of how sensitive I am.

He stands up from the floor, wiping his face clean of my essence. His shorts bulge in the front. I reach for the waistband, wanting to taste him. There is nothing like his flavor. He knocks my hand away.

“You know what I want,” He groans. “Slide back and lie on your side.”

I oblige, scooting back into the center of the bed and turning onto my side. He takes off his bottoms and steps out of them. He tugs at his dick, causing a bead of precum to drip from his slit. My mouth waters to taste it. However, for some reason, Walker refuses to let me suck him off now that I’m pregnant.

He places one knee on the bed and slowly climbs up to join me. Since I’m so heavily pregnant, we have very limited positions we can do. This one happens to be both of our favorites. Walker lays behind me. Grabbing his length, he puts it to my center. I lift my leg higher. He runs the head of his cock through my wetness before slowly pushing into me. I gasp at the intrusion.

“Shit, you feel so damn good, Brook.”

He hikes one arm under my thigh, lifting my leg higher. He pushes into me, hitting a spot deep. I cry out as I claw at the sheets.

“Fuck, you’re deep,” I complain.

He ignores my words, pushing my leg even higher until my knee is by his ear. He pulls out to the tip and then pushes back in.

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