Page 68 of Unexpected Delivery

My breasts throb as my nipples tighten, and I say a little prayer the breast pads do their job.

Leaking through my dress would be mortifying.

Morris distracts me by sliding a thick finger down, teasing it inside my opening.

My eyes fall shut. There’s a tiny pinch of discomfort, but I’m soaked. The sensation turns to pleasure as he grinds his palm against my clit and swirls his tongue around mine.

He pulls back long enough to say, “Fucking hell. How am I ever supposed to fit my cock in this tight little cunt?” He bumps his cheek against mine. “Huh, sweet girl? How am I ever going to make you mine when you feel stretched to capacity around my finger?”

“We’ll make it work,” I whimper, nodding frantically.

He chuckles and crooks his finger, grazing some indescribable spot inside me. “You’re too fucking cute. Even if I could never fit my cock inside you, I’d still never let you get away. You’re mine, Arbor.All fucking mine.”

I don’t know if it’s the dominance in his tone or the magic he’s working on my pussy, but my pleasure builds so fast it’s almost violent.

My shoulders shake as my forehead comes to rest on his. I ramble out something incoherent that sounds strangely like I’m asking him to bite me.

“Careful what you ask for,” he growls.

I ride his hand, chasing the explosion that’sright there.

I’m not in heat.

It’s just not possible, but my system is reacting like I am.

“More, I need more!” I shiver as my core locks down on his finger.

“That’s it, let go. Come for me, sweet girl!” he barks, and my insides light up.

Every cell in my body yearns to please him. I bounce harder, trying to force more of his finger inside me, but euphoria hits, and my inner walls spasm.

“That’s what I want, soak me in your slick. Jesus Christ, what I wouldn’t give to feel you dripping around my cock like that.” Morris growls, giving my hair a little tug. “Soon, pretty girl. Very fucking soon, I’m going to make you mine.”

All I can do is groan.

That sounds spectacular to me too.

My face rolls around his until I can capture his lips. The kiss is slow and sensual, which is nice because I’m still totally blissed out.

The scent of his cum is strong. Either he came when I did, or he’s dripping so much precum I should feel guilty that he has to drive us home with no relief. We could fix that, though.

I open my mouth to say exactly that, but Morris nips at my lower lip as he finally pulls back.

“Let’s get home and check on the baby.”

Walking into the house, tucked under Morris’s arm, is a heady feeling. As much as I need a shower, checking on Gracie is a priority. The breast pads gave it a valiant effort, but I’m pretty sure milk is leaking down my stomach.

We walk into the living room, and Hael smirks from his spot on one end of the couch. Hayes is on the sectional, stretched out with Gracie asleep on his bare chest. He spots us and waves, gesturing to her sleeping form.

“I’m going to run up and hop in the shower.” Morris kisses my temple and bolts with the bags from The Divine Omega still in his hand.

I’m torn. I really need a shower too. As is evidenced by the leaking boobs. That, or I need to breastfeed.

“Has she eaten recently?” I ask, walking toward Hayes and Gracie.

“Yup,” Hael says, laughing. “That dick got to feed her, then handed her off to me. She burped and effectively destroyed her diaper, which seems to have been all the energy she could muster.”

“He gave her back when he went to wash his hands.” Hayes shrugs, smoothing his hand down Gracie’s back. “I figured it wouldn’t hurt to hold her for a bit.”

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