Page 54 of His Lovebug

He hummed, a wonderfully evil sound, directly into my ear. When he pulled out, I tried to move, roll over—anything—but he didn’t let me do it. I gasped when he gripped my waist with both hands and kept my ass in the air.

“If you’re going to get pregnant, you have to stay like that so the cum can soak in instead of running out.”

Heat clenched my belly until the muscles hurt. “Please!” My right hand tried to get down there, almost as if I wasn’t in control of it, but Matt slapped it away. The small reprimand actually stung. I was so strung out with need that tears ran down my face, salt painting my tongue and reminding me so much of the taste of cum that my balls twinged.

“Stay put, beautiful boy,” he said.

I was confused about what he was doing, but he flopped over onto his back and lay on the bed. I couldn’t see him, but he guided my hips down.

“Oh God.” I cried out when his lips closed over my cockhead. He slapped my ass. The sting made my cock jerk. I got the message loud and clear. “Yes!” I began to fuck his mouth.

Those soft lips were a miracle. The wet heat was perfect. Then, he sucked hard, and I trembled, already close to the edge. He slipped his fingers up and began to play with my asshole, which I loved, but it occurred to me that he was scraping the little bit of his cum into me that he’d lost on my skin earlier. He was making sure every drop that could be used to breed me was in my body.

“Husband. Matt! Oh.” I groaned low in my throat and my hips thrust fast and vicious. Matt didn’t go down on me a lot. Maybe I should be more careful? The second I slowed he slapped my ass with gusto, encouraging me, and I buried my cock between his lips, biting the sheet under my face as I unloaded into his mouth.

My muscles clenched before my body turned to superheated putty. It felt so good I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get off again. I must’ve emptied every drop of cum in my balls down his throat.

Matt rolled me to the side and slid up the bed, running his hand gently along my calf, thigh, hip, rib cage. He stared into my eyes, and a small smile in return was the best I could do.

“Was that good, baby?” he murmured. I could tell he was cutting offgirl. He was so used to saying it.

I stared down at his cock and mine, both sated and softening. Whimpering, I buried myself against his chest, and he held me tight. Matt slid his hands down, one curled on the small of my back and the other on my left asscheek.

“Yes,” I said.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Any idea what makes you decide....”

“That my cock is my cock and not my clit?”

He grunted and kissed me again.

Snickering, I leaned back, and the genuine confusion etched on his face had me laughing harder. “No clue. None. If I ever figure it out, I’ll let you know.”

He cupped my cheek and kissed me. “You have class tomorrow, right?”

I nodded. “In the afternoon.”

“Then, let’s get to sleep. What do you think?”

Frowning, I glanced toward the door. “Should we check on Royal and Jackson?”

“They’re fine. If they weren’t, the Courtesan staff would’ve let us know.”

Sinking against his chest, I nodded. “Sleep now.”

He moved around and got us under the blankets and adjusted on the bed so that the pillows were under his head, all without any help from me whatsoever. This was bliss. Matt wasthe most amazing part of my life. We might have disagreements, we might be learning how to live in each other’s personal space, but the fact that he was always ready to flip on a dime and do what made me most comfortable in bed was perfection.

Maybe, at first, we weren’t on the same page, but I trusted him to take care of me in these intimate moments. And if he could do this?

We could work on everything else.

He loved me enough totry.

My umbrella nearly flipped inside out as I fought with it while schlepping along, book bag flung over one shoulder. My borrowed sneakers squeaked and my socks were already wet. I’d woken up this morning, and instead of tossing on a dress and full makeup, I’d found a pair of jeans and a shiny purple V-neck T-shirt that skimmed across my pecs and made my waist look tiny. There was no extra material. My lips were coated in a tasty watermelon gloss.

Another gust of wind snagged my hair and whipped it into my face, then behind me. My gray jacket flapped on one side like a broken bat wing. I cursed as the umbrella finally gave in and snapped backward, allowing the rain to slap me in the face along with the wind.

“I have it!” Matt startled me as he came rushing my way. He fixed the umbrella, then held it over my head, only to have the wind snag it again.

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