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“So?” He answers.

Sighing, I say, “Oh, I’m so sorry, your highness.”

Abel interjects when he sees me and Cam about to go round for round. “Marrone Dolce, I think we should go lie down for a nap.” His hand is at the small of my back, rubbing circles there. “We’re overdue for a little afternoon fun. Plus, you know what they say, sex helps the baby come faster.” I watch his thick eyebrows move up and down as a devilish look flashes on his handsome face.

“I’m down for whatever. If you two will excuse us.”

“Eww.” They both murmur before walking out.

Once we're alone in the room, Abel turns to me and says, “Looks like the kids are all alone and free to play” while wagging those thick eyebrows at me as his freshly shaven beard begs to be coated with my cum.

“Oh, I’d never pass up the chance to get railed. You never know when it’ll be our last time for a whole six weeks. Can you imagine going that long without s-” He scoops me up in his arms, making me forget what I was going to say.

He very carefully carries me from the porch and inside to the room we share.

I’ve never officially said I’d move in or brought all my stuff here, but you can basically say I live here because Inevergo back to Cam’s.

My feet touch the ground, I’m wobbling, but look up just in time to see the fire in his eyes.

The hunger there.

It mirrors my own.

Even though I’ve been tired lately, it seems like I’m never too tired to have sex. “You’re looking at me like you want to eat me, Abe.”

“It’s because I do want to eat you,Marrone Dolce, you’re my favorite dessert to eat on a hot summer day. Too bad it’s only Autum.” He says, peeling my clothes off my body, one piece at a time while whispering sweet and naughty things to me. “I can’t wait for you to sit on my face.” He says, looking at me with those lust-filled eyes.

“Abel!” I screech. “I can not sit on your face while I’m this big.”

“Why the fuck not?” He growls.

“Because I’ll crush you.” I whine.

“Did you crush me when you were eight months pregnant?” Fair point. “Exactly.” He says, tossing his own clothes aside, getting in bed and laying down.

Grabbing his dick, he begins to stroke himself.

“Abel.” I say, mouth watering from the sight of him.

“Not that I need the help, but it seems like you need a little motivation.” He says, stroking faster. Up and down he goes as my eyes follow his movements. “Now, get up here and ride my face.” Who am I not to obey a direct order?

“Yes, sir.” I say, moving faster than I have in a while.

First, I climb in bed which proves to go smoothly. Kneeling, I grab onto the headboard and slowly stand.

Not bad, not bad, but now for the tricky part.

Tricky because I hope I don’t lose my balance while going down. Only one way to find out. “Come on,Marrone Dolce, you know I don’t like waiting for my dessert.” He says, making me smile.

Placing each of my feet on the sides of his face, I lower myself down. When I get close, his large, warm hands grab my thighs, urging me down the rest of the way. “I can smell you, Ivy.” He whispers, taunting me with his deep voice, laced with desire.

The pad of his tongue swipes across my center, pulling a shiver deep from inside me. It travels from my toes, settling right where I need him most, demanding more. His tongue graciously laps away at my folds, getting me ready for more. “I can taste how wet you are for me,Marrone Dolce, but I want your sweet cream you insist on keeping to yourself.” He mumbles against my pussy, sending me into overdrive.

One of my hands grips the headboard tight for support while the other slips under his head. My legs open wider for him as I guide his face past my lips to my throbbing bud. “You want it, Abel, take it, because it’salwaysbeen yours.” I watch him watching me, and it’s surely a sight to see.

Eyes filled with so much love.

A hunger like no other shines bright.

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