Page 22 of Dubious Secrets

She whimpers. “I need to pee though.”

Shaking my head, I keep her in place. “I’m two seconds from coming all over both of us, just wait real fast.”

“I’m not joking, Ryker. I’m going to pee myself!”

“Do it then. I don’t give a fuck, just?—”

Stassie rocks her hips against my cock, my sensitive tip bumping into her clit. She gasps and then I grunt at the gush of hot liquid pouring over my lap. I come without another thought, my cum spraying all over her pussy as she drenches me. My vision dots with black and my lungs struggle to maintain air as I come harder than I’ve ever come before. It’s like my balls are being squeezed tight, and I’m erupting all over her like a volcano.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Stassie pants.

Our gazes catch as my breathing starts to mellow and I laugh, carefully lifting her and setting her on her feet in front of me. I glance around the soaked cushions with a grimace.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” I tell her.

Her eyes are wide, taking in the mess we made in the middle of the living room, but she nods.

We shower separately and I cover the couch in towels, banishing Archibald to my room so he doesn’t step in it.

“What are we going to do?” she asks.

I sigh, scratching the back of my neck. “Clean it? Or just buy a new one.”

“We probably should have thought that one through.”

Rolling my eyes, I pull her into my side. “I wasn’t really thinking about much other than I wanted it. Don’t worry, it will be fine.”

She looks up at me. “Was it different this time than in the shower?”

I kiss her mouth, plunging my tongue in as I explore her back with my hands and down to her ass. “Yeah, I loved it. I don’t know why, but something about it made me come so hard my cock aches a bit.”

Stassie laughs. “Next time we’ll keep it in the shower.”

A smile stretches on my lips. “Next time already, huh? So you didn’t mind it either?”

She shrugs, a teasing smirk on her face. “I like how much you like it. I pissed on you, now you’re mine.”

My heart swells, and I know there isn’t going to be a time where I don’t want the woman standing in front of me in my arms.

Chapter 10

Stassie

He grabs my hands,pulling them away so I can’t continue to scratch myself. “It will be okay. Please stop worrying, it can’t be good for the baby.”

She’s the size of a mango this week, so my app says. And we’ll find out next week for sure if we’re having a daughter or not. We’ve been living in blissful ignorance, living life as if we’re a real couple. My sister is coming home today and I could barely sleep last night. Ryker ended up fucking me into exhaustion. My belly has grown even more, my sweaters and t-shirts catching on it every so often.

“What do you want? Diffuser? White noise? What would help calm you, Stassie?”

I blink, my expression turning to one of awe. “Both.”

He lets go of me to stand, ensuring I’m not going to scratch. “Do you want me to bring them out here, or do you want to wait in your room?”

Looking over the table, I almost tell him to bring them out before Archibald jumps on the surface, stretching out in what can onlybe called a taunt. And I’m reminded that everything happening is technically his fault. I glare at the little demon.

“You want to know a secret? You’re named Archibaldthe second, not because it’s an honor, but because you’re a cheap imitation of the original.”

The cat bristles, his tail fluffing up as his slitted gaze turns to me.

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