Page 167 of Petite Fleur

“I’m so fucking in love with you.” I moan.

She grins and leans into me, finally releasing Matthew’s thighs and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “It was in my ass.” She whispers against my lips.

Motherfucker.

I groan loudly as I cum, unable to stop myself after hearing her beautiful confession; luckily, my girl is right behind me, and I’m able to watch as she cums.

Her eyes roll back, and she screams so loudly that it echoes in the room until my ears are ringing and my head is spinning.

“That’s my fucking girl, take every drop.” I demand.

When Maeve calms and her body slumps against mine while her arms tighten around me, I decide to ruin her day.

“You have the bar, ma fleur.” I whisper into her ear.

She chuckles, and I’m able to look up just in time to see her pull something out of her pocket.

This little psycho has her birth control bar in a sandwich bag. “I cut it out on the way to Maryland.” She admits proudly.

I grip tightly onto her throat, squeezing so hard that she gasps until it’s silent and her face turns red. “You tricked me.” I point out.

She grins, a devious and proud grin while nodding at me. “You tried to trick me.” She whispers with what little oxygen she can get.

I slowly pull out of her, looking down to see my cum leaking from her. “You’re right, I did.” I admit.

I grab the hunting knife on the autopsy table, the one I’d planned to use on Matthew, and slide the thick plastic handle inside of her until only the blade is poking out. “Don’t want you to lose a drop since you worked so hard to make this little plan work.” I say with a laugh.

“No, sir.” She says breathlessly.

My God, I am so turned on that my cock is already getting hard again.

“Head upstairs; I’ll finish up down here and come fuck you again. You’re sleeping with your legs up.” I demand.

If she wants another baby so badly that she carved into her arm just as I had seven years ago, she’s getting a fucking baby.

“What’s stopping you from fucking me right here, right now?” She asks with an adorable giggle.

I turn my attention to Matthew before looking back at her. “I have some loose ends to tie up.” I remind her.

She huffs and jumps off the table, making me grin at how careful she’s being not to drop my knife or cut herself.

“Good girl, if you lose that knife, no baby tonight, but I will make you fall asleep with my cock in your ass.” I tease.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She says with a wink before her attention is back on Matthew. “Finish your story.” She demands.

With another pathetic whine, he continues to explain that Emily declined his advances, stating he was too old for her.

I can understand that, this man is easily in his 40s while Emily is only 19.

But he explains that he didn’t like that, so he grabbed her arm to stop her from getting in the cab and informed her that she would go home with him.

Why the fuck didn’t the taxi driver stop him?

Better yet, why did he drive away when Matthew told him that she was with him and that he could leave?I think he may be my next stop.

“Then what happened?” Maeve asks sweetly.

“She tried to get out of my hold and fell and hit her head on the curb.” He says with a loud sob.

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