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She’s having my baby.

She’s having my baby, and she deserves this pie.

Oliver and I made this pie together.

It’s probably fucking delicious.

But my dick hurts, and it looks so soothing. It’s cold but not too cold. The inside is probably soft. It’ll swallow my dick in a perfect hug. The kind of hug Hannah used to give me with her perfect pussy. Before she became this sex-crazed demon. The mother of my child is insatiable, and my dick hurts.

Every time I’ve seen her over the last three weeks, she’s immediately jumped me. If I’m not traveling or playing hockey, she’s riding me. For the first few days, I was certain I’d died and gone to a horny man’s heaven. Hannah loves me and I love her. We’re having a kid together. I love sex. She loves sex. We’re both really good at sex. Win-win-win-win-win.

Head hung, I frown at my poor dick. It’s tired. I’m tired. I just need a little relief.

There’s no way in hell I’ll tell the woman who is carrying my child that I can’t fuck her. That if she slides down on my dick one more time, I’ll cry.

I just want Hannah to be happy. We’ve been so happy.

But…I’m in pain.

Wincing, I step toward the pie.

This is so wrong.

I peer over my shoulder. She’s asleep.

Oliver’s at his moms.

Noah went to the bar after dinner. I think he’s still out.

No one will know.

It’s like this was meant to be. She doesn’t even know about the pie since she dragged me into the bedroom the second we returned from her birthday dinner. I’ll get up early and make another one.

But for now I’m desperate for relief.

Fuck it.

I unzip my pants, and with one last look over my shoulder, I let them fall to the ground. Butt-ass naked in the kitchen, I reachfor the tin pan. The whipped cream winky-face I added mocks me.

Yeah, motherfucker, I’m about to destroy you.

Without another second’s hesitation, I slam it to my groin.

“Ahh.” The groan comes from deep inside my chest. Fuck. This is the most soothing sensation I’ve ever experienced. “God, yes.” It feels incredible. So good I can’t help but clench my ass cheeks and thrust, making sure to totally submerge my raw dick in the cool cream.

“Okay, I’ve put up with the loud-as-shit fucking?—”

Lungs seizing, I spin, because what the fuck is wrong with me? And now I’m holding a tin pan to my dick, pants at my ankles, as I stare at my girlfriend’s brother.

Noah’s eyes bore into mine, his lip curled in disgust. “I even sat across from you at dinner while you did kinky shit with her and a cock ring, and I kept my mouth shut, but I have to draw the fucking line?—”

“It’s not what it looks like.” The words are a little higher pitched than I meant for them to be. Fuck. I sound pathetic, even to my own ears.

“You’re cheating on Hannah with a chocolate cream pie?”

“Okay.” Shoulders slumping, I whimper. “It’s exactly what it looks like, but you don’t get it.”

He drops his head to his hands. “Have some fucking respect for yourself and at least turn away from me, man.”

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