Page 65 of Twisted

So was he.

But when he turned around with a bomb pop popsicle in hand and a boyish grin on his perfect face, she melted and pushed their pasts away with a sturdy hand. His eyes landed on her, igniting as he stuck the popsicle between his lips, and when he pulled it away, her thighs quivered and her cunt rippled in anticipation; she knew that look like she knew her own face now. He wanted her, and she would never stop wanting him.

“Spyin’ on me now, baby doll?”

She grinned and shrugged.

“Maybe.”

He smirked, coming around the island counter to lean against it. All his long, lean muscles were on display, and through the thin veil of his shorts, she could clearly see his thick cock surge with need. Her mouth ran dry at the sight of him.

“Stealin’ my shit now, too, huh?”

She rolled her eyes, pushing off the wall to draw near him. She felt more open to affection as of late—clingy and needy. She figured it was PMS. She was always horny and in need of even more cuddles this time of the month. She wondered how she could convince him to go to the store to buy her tampons. She’d asked Carter once and he’d called herfucking disgusting.

Jaeger’s eyes softened, and he opened his arms to gather her up in a crushing hug. She loved that about him, how tightly he held her, as though holding all the broken bits of her together as well. Pressing his lips to the top of her head, he ran his hand up and down her back.

“You can steal as much of my shit as ya want, Mais,” he said, more gentle, as though he somehow sensed she was more sensitive. Right on cue, a cramp surged through her, and she groaned, pressing her cold fingers to his chiseled stomach. Resting her cheek on his peck, she slipped her eyes closed and relaxed—something Jaeger had taught her. Just enjoy the bliss, he’d always say. The world can wait.

“Not stealin’ if it’s mine,” she teased. He chuckled.

“You callin’ me yours, babe?”

She nodded, grinning, eyes still closed as she listened to the steady thump of his heart.

“‘Bout fuckin’ time,” he grumbled. She swatted at him playfully, answered by his deep chuckle. “Gonna go into town for more supplies ‘fore the storm. Leave me a list?”

She yawned and nodded against him. Before she knew what was happening, he’d bent and lifted her with one arm, spinning her around and depositing her on the counter. She yelped at the contact of the cool granite to her bare ass, but when she found his eyes she knew she was done for.

She shivered under his gaze as a breeze rolled through the cabin. He gave a wicked smirk, bringing his popsicle to his lips and seductively slurping up the juices. She bit her lip, stifling a groan as she felt her own juices slip down her slit. His eyes were hungry.

“Lean back,” he demanded. She obeyed, cheeks flushed, heart racing. “Spread those pretty thighs for me, Mais. I’m starvin’.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned, spreading her knees.

“You can call me God, baby. That’s what you’ll be screamin’ soon.”

A whimper of ecstasy left her lips as her eyes slipped closed, but her fantasies didn’t mirror her reality. With a lurch, she yelped again as the sting of cold pressed against her clit and dribbled down her pussy.

“You move, I stop,” he growled. Shaky, her desire overpowering her hatred of the cold, she nodded with a needy whine. Slow, gentle, he dragged the tip of his melting popsicle from her clit down to her dripping entrance as she moaned and writhed, fists clenched hard on the counter. Before her very eyes, he brought the popsicle to his lips and slipped it into his mouth, a groan of pure ecstasy leaving his chest. Swirling his tongue around it, he lapped her sweet juices before returning the cold to her aching cunt.

Pressing the frozen tip harder to her clit, she seized up and threw her head back with a guttural cry, the feelings altogether new and leaving her a panting, melting mess on the counter. As he dragged the frigidness down her slit, he ventured a little further this time, gently pressing into her cunt. Thought it was freezing, she bucked her hips, seeking more, seeking something bigger. He fucked her slowly as the popsicle melted, and she chased her fading orgasm with mounting frustration as the damn thing melted all over her pussy and the counter.

Whining, she opened her eyes, about to beg for release when he dropped to his knees, his tongue diving in to finish the job as he slurped away the mess he’d made. It was so dirty, so fucking wrong, and yet she couldn’t help but to raise her hips to meet the thrusting of his tongue as he cleansed her.

“Yes, yes,” she breathed, feeling her stomach clench. Thrusting three fingers into her tight cunt, she screamed, his teeth grazing her clit and nibbling before he sucked it into his mouth.

“Oh…my…God…” she cried, her climax tearing through her so hard she saw stars. It didn’t ebb. She coasted on the high as he pumped his fingers deep inside her, curling them, his teeth surrounding her clit and his tongue lashing against the bundle of nerves, and before she knew it she was coming again, even harder this time.

“Fuck,” she panted, feeling like such a slut but loving it all the same. She could be herself, now, could seek things she’d not been allowed to even think about before. And as she came down from her high, her body still twitching, Jaeger stood between her thighs to his full, dominating height, pushing her back until she was splayed before him like a frog for dissection.

Without warning, he rammed his cock deep into her, fucking her relentlessly, until there was nothing left but oblivion.

Jaeger had left for the store, winking at Maisie and telling her there was an entire basket full of anything a woman would need up in the closet. She’d almost punched him in the throat before he’d said it was stuff left over from a ‘coworker’ who was more inclined to like other women. She dragged a chair into the closet, finding the basket and carrying it to the bathroom. Flipping the lid open, she fished around to ensure there would be enough of what she preferred, when her eyes fell on a little pink box.

Tears welled in her eyes. She remembered the ten or so tests she’d taken when she’d found out she was pregnant. She couldn’t believe those two pink lines would finally belong to her. That it was her chance to be a momma.

Gulping down the lump in her throat, something else rose to replace it. Lurching to the toilet, she made it just in time to gag but not vomit. She’d not even eaten breakfast yet, and figured the fucking and the empty stomach and the…

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