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“I don’t think so,” she murmurs.
“What are you doing this weekend?” Caleb asks.
“I actually have no plans,” she laughs. “Bertha is set, and I don’t have anything pressing to do.”
“Do you like hockey?” Lars asks, rubbing the back of his neck as he shrugs.
Hockey?Really?
He’s trying,Nova giggles in my mind.
“I’ve never been,” she says. “Sheltered, remember?”
“Very cute,” Lars grunts. “Do you want to go with Caleb and I? We have friends who leave us tickets at Will Call. It’s been awhile since we’ve gone.”
“I think that sounds fun,” she decides.
“You three should go,” I agree. “I’ll probably crash.”
Lars purses his lips, and all I can think about is what they’d feel like wrapped around my cock. Nova’s nails gently run over my biceps, and I really want to shove her hand to fist my cock.
God, I’m a sex addict, aren’t I?
I can feel Nova’s amusement, so I send her visions of me fucking her into the mattress, smirking as she perfumes. Two can play this game, Little Queen.
“On my way out, we need to swing by and say goodbye to Hollis,” Lars murmurs, disappearing into the bathroom.
“He’s up to something,” Caleb sighs. “Sleep well, Tyde. You honestly need new hours. These suck.”
With that said, he grabs his clothes and shuts the bedroom door behind him.
“Are you going to leave me hanging?” Nova asks, grinning as I turn and cover her body.
Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I slide my dick inside of her with a groan.
“You’re still not on birth control, are you?” I ask, languidly beginning to pump my hips in and out of her.
“No, Alpha,” she whimpers. “I haven’t had time?—”
“Do you secretly want my baby, Little Queen?” I growl, kissing her. I love the way she clutches at my hair, never getting enough of my kisses.
“Tyde, fuck,” she gasps, her cunt clenching around me.
“I am,” I promise her. “You’d look so pretty with your belly full of one of our babies. I don’t like kids, but I’d like ours.”
She wails as she writhes underneath me, and I bury my face in her throat as I fuck her harder. This isn’t the right time to havethis conversation, but damn if I haven’t planted the seed in her mind.
“Tyde, come with me,” she begs, “I’m close.”
I make sure to grind my pelvis against her clit as I fuck her, and I don’t bother telling her that I’ll come when she does. I’ll probably sleep a little before waking up again and dragging her back to bed.
As her cunt clenches around my knot as I begin pushing it inside of her, I growl.
“Hold on just a little longer,” I insist. “I want to sleep with my knot inside of you, plugging my cum inside.”
Her heels dig into my ass as she pushes her hips up to meet my more shallow thrusts, helping me to fuck my knot deeper.
“I’m going to only be able to sleep like this soon,” she warns me, her voice raspy and hoarse. “You’re spoiling me.”
