Page 109 of Tangled Desires

Olivia:You’re doing amazing. And remember, we’re here for everything. Literally everything!

I smile, glancing over at Joseph, who’s scrunched up like a little old man, peacefully asleep for now. There’s beauty in the chaos, I guess. Even on the days I’m wiped out, the girls checking in helps, reminding me I’m not alone in the insanity. A text from Harrison pops up.

Baby daddy:Hi Mama.

Baby daddy:Miss you, Immy-girl. How’s our boy?

Don’t you dare judge me for the name, okay? It used to beBane of my Existence, and then I changed to justHarrison, and now this. Harrison forced me to change it, said it had to match my name on his:Baby Mumma.Then he went on and on about how he wanted to change it toWifey, and that’s another story for another day.

Me:I’m good. Covered in vomit. I still haven’t changed from this morning, but J’s asleep.

I hear the message ding, and Harrison’s reply makes me chuckle.

Baby Daddy:I bet you still look fucking sexy, even with vomit on you.

I laugh, shaking my head. Always the charmer, even when I’m a total mess. I snap a quick photo of myself, makeup smeared and hair wild, Joseph peacefully asleep in the background.

Me:Here you go. Still sexy?

Baby Daddy:Yeah, 100%. I’d still fuck you!

Baby Daddy:Shit. Now I’m getting a hard on thinking about fucking…

Me:Then get your ass home soon, and I’ll take care of that for you.

Joseph’s finally asleep, his little face peaceful after hours of screaming. I still smell faintly like baby vomit, but at least the symphony of farts earlier had me laughing instead of crying. Poor kid—gas is no joke. I hear the front door open, and Harrison steps in, sweaty from work, looking like a goddamn sight for sore eyes. I’m on him, pressing my lips to his, shutting him up with a kiss. He growls into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips as I tug him forward.

“Couch. Now,” I murmur against his lips. I straddle his lap, my hands diving into his hair as I grind against him.

“Fuck, I missed you, Immy,” he groans.

“Missed you, too,” I whisper, already sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs.

“Wait.” His voice is rough. “I’m sweaty. Let me—”

“I don’t care,” I cut him off. “I need you now.” My fingers fumble with his belt, tugging at his zipper. “Just use those baby wipes.”

He huffs a laugh but grabs them, quickly swiping himself down while I yank his shorts and briefs out of the way. His cock springs free, hard and thick, the piercings catching the light. My whole body lights up with need, heat rushing through me. I waste no time. My lips wrap around him, taking him in slowly, savoring every groan that tumbles from his mouth. The cool metal of the piercings grazes my tongue, making me shiver. Hishands sink into my hair, not guiding, just holding, as if he needs the anchor.

“Fuck, Immy… just like that,” he pants.

The praise fuels me, my movements becoming more deliberate, more teasing. I swirl my tongue around each piercing, drawing out those deep moans I live for. The salty taste of him, the way his thighs tense beneath my hands—it’s everything. His breathing gets ragged, his grip tightening.

“Gonna come,” he warns.

Good. That’s exactly what I want. I hum around him, the vibrations making him curse, and I don’t stop until he’s gasping my name, shuddering through his release. I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking up at him. In an instant, Harrison’s hands are on me, tugging me up for a messy, desperate kiss.

His tongue claims mine, rough and demanding. One hand slides under the waistband of my shorts, slipping into my underwear like he’s been thinking about it all day. Honestly, so have I.

His fingers find me instantly. “So fucking wet,” he growls against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip. Then he pulls his hand out, sucking his fingers clean with a low hum.

“It’s what you do to me.” My voice is a breathy confession.

His eyes darken. “Such a greedy little cunt you have, huh?” Before I can respond, Harrison flips me onto my back, pinning me to the couch. I gasp as he yanks down my shorts and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving me bare and aching beneath him.

“I can’t fuck you just yet,” he murmurs, spreading my legs wider, “but I can still do this.”

His mouth descends, and I arch into him instantly, my hips pushing forward like I can’t get close enough. The first swipe of his tongue makes me whimper; the second has me clawing atthe couch. He’s relentless—tongue flicking, sucking, devouring like I’m his last meal. My legs tremble, toes curling as he finds that perfect rhythm, building the pressure inside me so fast it’s dizzying.

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