Page 53 of Filthy Business
I turned to the nightstand.“Remember, lube is your friend.”
There was a white stick beside my phone. I lifted it, studied it, scratched my head—then it hit me.
“I did it,” I said, holding the test up.“I nailed your cervix.”
When I looked down, Iris was on her back, half-naked and stretching like a lazy cat, smiling.
“Oh my God. We’re having a baby,” I said, staring at her belly, then the test again.
This is what I wanted.
Something that was ours.
Iris and me.
I stashed the test under my pillow and ripped the cover off her stomach, kissing it. She laughed and tried to push me off as my beard scraped her skin. Gave up and threaded her fingers into my hair.
“This won’t endear you to my mum,” she sighed.
It hit me in waves.
I stared at her stomach like it was the Holy Grail. My cock might’ve found heaven in her arse, but this? This was fucking divine.
A baby.
My baby.
Growing inside her.
I pressed another kiss to her belly, then one more, and one more—until she groaned and tried to roll away. I stopped her, gently palming her stomach like it might already kick back.
“Hey, hey. Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart. I need a moment.”
She gave me the side-eye.“A moment to what?”
“To thank the womb that accepted my sperm.”
She covered her face and let out the kind of laugh that made my chest feel like it was cracking open.“God, you're so weird.”
“I’ll hide it better in front of your mum,” I murmured, pulling the covers off to stare at her sweet plump pussy.
I spread her legs and moved between them, peppering kisses along her inner thighs until she moved her sweet arse around.
“Always so greedy for more,” I growled gripping her thighs apart before spreading them as wide as they would go.
I traced my tongue through her folds—too gently.
Light flickering touches that made her try to move, but my grip on her held her still. Iris whimpered, frustrated already. Poor thing. My greedy girl didn’t want teasing—she wanted feeding.
“Relax,” I muttered against her, the heat of my breath making her twitch.“Let me pay my respects.”
She mumbled something into the pillow, probably rude, but I licked her again—slower this time, flat tongue, full drag—and whatever sass she had died right there.
Her cunt glistened. I kissed her clit once, then again. A worshipper at the altar. She tasted like everything I’d ever wanted.
Her breath hitched when I sucked her clit into my mouth, just enough to make her squirm. I held her there, tongue working slow, steady circles until she started rocking up to meet me.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride my face. You’ve earned it.”
