Page 52 of His Lovebug

“I guess you forgave him. I came to see if I needed to do any crisis control, but, apparently, I’m not needed.” Amusement flickered across his face and he brushed a hand through his hair.

“What made you think it was a smart idea to take my wife with you?” I leaned against the threshold, my cock bouncing with the action.

Behind Derek, a man strode past. He glanced toward us, then looked away, before his gaze shot straight back and his eyes widened as they landed on my cock. He paused, hesitating like he might come over and introduce himself. I winked and shook my hips at him, my cock swinging from one side to the other, causing Derek to laugh.

“Careful, Quin, there’s other guys gawking at Colt’s cock.”

There was a shuffle behind me, and then Quin was there, ducking under me with his dress clutched to his chest as though trying to find some modesty in his nakedness. He glared at the man. “He’s taken. He’smyhusband. Go away or I’ll make you.”

The man stuttered out an apology, a flush brushing across his tan cheeks. He escaped down the hallway as fast as his feet could take him.

“Did I tell you that you could move, Princess?” I smirked regardless, and he turned narrowed eyes on me, the dress still clutched to his chest.

“You were the one showing your dick to strange men.” He poked my chest. “No one gets to see you naked but me.”

I chuckled and grabbed his finger before he could poke me again. I dragged him against me and kissed him deeply.

Derek cleared his throat, but I waved my hand at him. “Fine. I’m leaving. Just so you know, though, your wife is a badass. You should be proud of him.”

I turned my attention to Derek when I broke the kiss with Quin. “I am. Goodbye, Boss. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I slammed the door and locked it, grinning down at Quin. “Now, I specifically remember telling you to stay on the bed with your pretty pussy in the air.”

“You can’t do that to Derek.” He glanced from the door to me, mouth agape.

“I just did.” I grabbed him under the ass and lifted him up into my arms. He squealed, dropping the dress on the floor as I walked him back toward the bed and threw him onto it. He bounced a few times, his cock slapping against his lower stomach. “Turn over and get into breeding position, sweetheart.”

“Depends.” He raised his chin and backed away from me.

“On?” I slapped my cock playfully, and it jerked, catching his attention.

“Whether you’re going to be a real husband or not.” He pursed his lips, the challenge in his eyes obvious. “Are you man enough to take care of me?”

I took a step forward, and he visibly swallowed but didn’t move away from me when my knees hit the bed. I stroked mycock, sweeping my thumb across the head again and gathering precum. Holding it out to him, I grinned when he dove, taking my digit into his mouth and sucking on it like a thirsty man. He moaned, and the sight worked its way through me, making my balls throb.

“I give you what you need,” I murmured.

He swiped his tongue around my thumb and kissed it as he pulled away. “Then, I want your dick in me. Now. That’s what I need.”

I grinned, pleased with how confident he was. I loved it when Quin was submissive, but I also enjoyed when he knew what he wanted. He could always tell what mood I was in and what I craved, and tonight, I needed the fight he was willing to give me. I desired to take control over him, bring him to heel, and if that meant fucking him into obedience, then I’d happily do it.

“Get in position, Baby Girl.” I caressed his cheek and along his jaw, and he closed his eyes, humming. “I’ll fuck you until you still feel me a month from now.”

He moaned and spun around to his hands and knees. Pressing his chest to the mattress, he presented his ass in the air again. “Please, breed me, Daddy. I want your seed, want to feel you put a baby in me, Husband. Please.”

He wriggled his ass.

How could any man resist that request? I certainly couldn’t, and I wasn’t going to.

18

QUIN

“Oh.” The amount of lube Matt drizzled onto my hole was nearly obscene. I hadn’t been expecting it—andreallydidn’t expect the warmth that teased my entrance.

“Getting you nice and wet, Baby Girl,” he murmured, and I luxuriated in the sensation when he fucked a single finger into me.

“That’s new,” I said.

“Warming lube.”

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