Page 2 of His Lovebug

Quin played the part with enthusiasm.

“Are you coming to find me or not, you big brute?” Quin’s voice echoed through the upper floor, and I laughed, snapping out of my thoughts.

“Are you ready for me, Princess?”

“I’m always ready for you, Daddy.” More snickering. “Come have your way with me. I’ll make youveryhappy, I promise.”

“I have faith you will, Wifey.” I stepped out of the bedroom and stared around. “Where are you?”

He chuckled, and the sound came from farther down the hallway, near one of the guest bedrooms that used to be his. “Come on, Matt. Husbands who do the work get the rewards.”

I snorted and shook my head. Over the months we’d been together, Quin had grown confident. We’d found a balance, where he was both my dotingwifeand partner while also giving the advice I needed. He wasn’t afraid to pull me back into line when I stepped over it, and I was grateful.

I began to slink down the hallway, tapping my fingers on the wall. “Baby Girl, come out, come out wherever you are.”

Anotherthump.

I turned in time to see Quin shoot out from the bathroom on the right. He raced down the length of the hall, and I chased him, his joy filling the space as he reached the stairs and took two at a time. I was right behind him and managed to get him before he could make it to the living room.

He screamed and struggled again, and I squeezed his ass before throwing him over my shoulder as if he weighed nothing. There was a reason I lifted weights—for moments like this.

“Matt, put me down!” He slapped my back, a massage more than anything, and laughed even harder.

I gave him a good, hard smack to the right asscheek through his dress. Was there anything more satisfying? The noise vibrated around us and went straight to my balls. My cock strained against my underwear and pants, bursting to get out and show Quin what I really wanted to do to him.

“I won’t.” I tilted my head to nip at his hip through his dress, and he squealed. “Instead, I’m going to bend you over this couch and eat out your pretty pussy, then fuck my cock deep into you until I’ve overfilled you with my cum.” I lowered my voice, tone teasing but also hungry for everything he had to offer. “Then, I’m going to stay inside you until I know your body has no choice but to take myseedand plant a baby in it. How does thatsound, Baby Girl? Can I breed your tight pussy until your belly is swelling with your husband’s baby?”

He shuddered and a moan slipped from him. “Yes please, Husband.Please.Breed me. Knock me up.”

“Yeah?” I grinned, the pleasure in my stomach blooming until it had grown into a monster, overtaking every sense in my body. I was created for the sole purpose of making Quin mine and destroying him for everyone else. No other man would ever get the pleasure of being with him again. He belonged to me in every way, and the day I made him my wife—or in the eyes of the law,husband—would be the best day of my life.

I dropped his feet back onto the floor and cradled his face, caught between being both rough and gentle with him, wanting nothing more than to wreck him but also treasure him. He was my wife, princess, and baby girl, but Quin was also my dirty little slut.

I crashed my lips against his, eating his mouth with an appetite for more. He tasted and smelled like raspberries. A whimper leaked from him, a bitch in heat. I couldn’t get enough. Wanted more. So much fucking more.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Motherfucker,” I hissed.

He moaned and grabbed my face with his petite hands, holding my mouth against his. “Ignore it,” he whispered desperately, nipping at my bottom lip. He whimpered and mewled, shoving in farther until there wasn’t any way for him to physically get closer to me. “Please, Daddy, they don’t matter. I want you so bad. Need you to fuck me.”

A shiver swept down my spine and my cock gave a demanding jerk, ready to please him. “Yes, Baby Girl. Anything you want.” I pressed another urgent kiss to his mouth, and his sobs grew, but the knocking at the door didn’t go away. It onlybecame louder, to the point that I was past frustrated and more annoyed.

I sighed and extracted myself from Quin, and he jutted those strawberry pink lips at me. I wanted to devour that Cupid’s-bow mouth forever.

“Matt,” he whined, reaching down to cup himself through his dress. “It’s probably just a salesperson.” He pouted, and the smudged lipstick that had snuck outside the lines made him even more delectable. “Ignore it.”

As much as I wanted to, I didn’t, but only because it could be something for Derek, my boss. I hadn’t received any calls from him, but our business didn’t track like a normal company, so I gave Quin a gentle kiss on the mouth again and touched my forehead to his. “I’ll be right back, Lovebug. Stay here.”

His pout deepened, but he didn’t stop me as I strode toward the front door.

“I’ll go freshen up,” he said, then skipped back up the stairs.

Hell.I rearranged my cock in my pants, not quite caring what the person on the other side saw. They’d interrupted my fun time with my wife, so if they spotted my hard-on, I didn’t give a shit.

I yanked open the door and froze when the man on the other side turned. He’d been standing with his back to me, but even before he’d spun my way, I knew who it was. Seeing his face only cemented it.

He’d always been softer around the edges than me. While I went through life with a hard attitude, he used charisma. He was smooth faced and handsome, with a sharp jaw and the same short brown hair I had, but while I’d inherited Dad’s brown eyes, he’d been born with the brightest blue, another attribute to lure people in.

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