Page 18 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

I moan as my stomach rolls over and over, faster than the last time. “Yes, that’s it angel, come on my cock, milk every drop out of me,” he whispers against my lips as he takes me deeper.

“Don’t stop,” I beg.

He slides his hand to where we’re connected, his fingers against my stomach as he circles his thumb over my clit. My body shakes as I cry out at the overwhelming feeling going through me, like my body is in another dimension.

“Fuck me, baby,” Anton says, dragging me on and off his cock as I slide over the slick kitchen counter.

I cry out his name, but it’s drowned out by the sounds of our bodies slapping together. The obscene noise echoes around the room. Anton groans, thrusting into me one last time. This timepressing his cock deep inside of me, holding me close as his cock continues to pulse.

His forehead touches mine as he takes a heavy breath. His hips press against mine with each throb of his cock, shooting his hot liquid into me.

His eyes are closed, but there’s a smile on his face. I move my hands around his neck and his eyes open to look at me.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he says, placing one hand on my ass, the other on my upper back, and lifts me in the air. His cock is still deep inside me.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“I want you underneath me, in my bed,” he says, carrying me up the stairs. “Then I’m going to put more of my seed inside you.”

“You’ll get me pregnant. I’m not on the pill,” I whisper, knowing I should have stopped him.

“I know you’re not. I know everything about you, angel. Have you not realized that yet?”

When we reach his bedroom, he lays me down on his bed. It feels like a cloud. It’s so soft, as are his sheets, and expensive, I expect.

I glance between our bodies, as he drifts in and out of me, to the place we become one. His thick cock is slick. I slide my finger over the wetness and bring it to my mouth, tasting him...tasting me.

“Fuck, Scarlett. You’re perfect,” he says, pressing my legs open wider. “Can you take this? I can stop. I just don’t want to.”

I nod but feel dazed with pleasure, and want more. More of him, more of us. My body is buzzing with need.

He slides into me slowly, his gaze on me, and then he says, “I want to make a baby.”

Chapter 7

Anton

I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve turned feral with Scarlett. Keeping her in my bed, feeding her, cleaning her, fucking her. Each time, taking her without a condom, because the primal animal in me couldn’t stop my actions. Scarlett has a power over me that I try to fight, but fail.

She tried to warn me she wasn’t on birth control at one point, but I already knew she was unprotected.

I’m so happy that’s the case. Before I wanted to get her pregnant to tie her to me. Now I want what she does. I want a baby. But I only want one with her.

I hate that the weekend is over already.

We spent the entire time in bed or with me, soothing her aching body and her sore pussy in the bathtub. All I want now is to be with her—not at work.

Her head is on my chest as I stroke my cock. The animal in me wants to feed my seed into her body once again. I hate that each time I bathe her, I could’ve washed away any chance of breeding her.

I’m desperate to see her belly being big and round, and carrying my child.

Cassandra will be furious once she finds out. She wanted children our entire marriage, but I used condoms with her, not wanting to take the chance she was not on birth control.

But as I look at Scarlett, all I want to do is fill her up with my cum over and over. She moans in her sleep as my hand strokes her skin. My fingers trail down her body until I slide my finger through her wet folds. She’s already ready for me.

She groans as she moves her pussy over my finger, her ripe body sucking it inside her. Her eyes fly open and she stares at me.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I say, pulling her on top of me and spreading her legs on either side of my hips.

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