Page 69 of Unexpected Delivery

I nod, take a seat at his side, and run my fingers over Gracie’s cheek. “How long ago did she eat?”

“I just sat down after the diaper thing,” Hael says from behind me. “So, not long. Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes.”

“Did you have fun with Morris?” Hayes asks.

“I did, but I’m all leaky.” My cheeks get hot. I could have found a better way to say that. “Do you mind keeping her for a bit while I shower and change?”

The couch bounces under me, and Hael gets close to my back.

“Mmm, it smells like you had a fantastic date.” He chuckles. “Go on. We’ll watch Gracie.”

Hayes nods. “Enjoy your shower.”

Hael snorts. “I bet Morris would enjoy having a visitor if you’re interested in company while you’re getting clean.”

I laugh, kiss Gracie’s cheek, and bolt before the mommy guilt catches up.

Steam billows around Morris’s shoulders. He’s leaned over in the shower in the bathroom attached to his bedroom. He’s massive, so I can’t really see around him, but based on the way his muscular back and arm flex…

I’m going to guess he’s jerking off.

Tugging the door closed, I scurry up behind him. My tits flatten against his back, and he freezes as I wrap my arms around his middle.

“Arbor,” he growls, the single word sounding a lot like a warning.

“Yeah, Morris?” I slide my hand down his wrist to where his fingers are wrapped around his shaft.

I may have mentally blocked out how intimidating his cock is, but working my hand down to brush the leftover inches of his shaft reminds me—Morris has a lot of dick.

“I’m foggy right now, pretty girl.” His tone is almost pained, and from how hard he is, it’s not difficult to tell why.

My thumb slides around his crown, and I bite back a moan. My pussy tingles, trying to convince me how life-changing and amazing it will be when he slides inside me. I have to agree. Earlier proved I’m healed enough to enjoy sexual contact.

My face rolls around Morris’s side as I soak up the feeling of safety that comes from being this close to him, and I don’t just mean physically. I feel emotionally safe with this man after knowing him less than two months, which is kinda mind-boggling.

But at the same time, it really isn’t.

Morris is that feeling of safety when you get home after a terrible day—just in human form.

“I’m not afraid of you,” I assure him, biting his side as my tits brush his skin just above his ass. Slapping his hand away, I take over jerking him, and a low growl escapes his chest. He pulses in my grip as my nails dig into his pelvis.

I think I’d like to see fully feral Morris. Even at his most baser level, I know he wouldn’t hurt me. Stretching my left hand to his shaft, I wrap that palm around his swollen knot and continue working him with my right.

Though my pussy aches, and my milk lets down, I focus on making him feel incredible.

Morris’s head falls back, his long hair falling down his shoulders.

It’s sexy to know I’m affecting him. He thrusts into my hold, letting out the sexiest little groans, and I can’t hold back my smile. Everything in me aches to please him the way he did for me in the parking lot.

His cock is massive, and rationally, I know it’ll be best to work up to that, but I yearn to slide around his front while begging him to toss me up against the wall and fuck me senseless.

“Get over here,” he growls, like he can read my mind.

I don’t even get to wonder if I accidentally rambled that aloud. He grips my wrist and tugs me under his arm.

My chest slides against his side, and then we’re facing one another.God, he’s so handsome. You’re supposed to be taking care of him.My hands migrate back to his shaft that points directly toward my stomach, and he pulses in my grip.

Morris cradles my cheek with his rough fingers and bends to kiss the hell out of me. His warm breath mixes with mine as I shiver.

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