Page 83 of Deviant Knight

Gripping the hem of her sweater, I lift the material to her chest. Then I move my face down her body as my fingers glide the top of her leggings down her hips.

“Do you love our baby even though you haven’t met him or her?”

“Yes.”

I kiss the center of her stomach, then move my lips down to her navel, kissing her soft skin. My eyes close as my mouth pulls air into my lungs. I try to steady my erratic heartbeat. A part of me is dying to know how she feels about me. The other part is scared of what the answer will be. I know what our bodies sing when we’re fused together but hearing the words roll off her tongue would make it as tangible as it feels.

“I love you too, Dom,” she admits when I don’t ask the question locked behind my lips.

Her words breathe life back into my sunken chest, filling me with an emotion I honestly thought I’d shut off years ago. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with one person, let alone two.

Moving to her side, I continue peppering kisses on as much of her skin as I can.

“Would you stop?” Giving it her best effort, she pushes against the top of my head but doesn’t move me an inch. “You’re making me feel more self-conscious than I already do.”

“Why would you ever feel self-conscious? Especially around me.”

“For obvious reasons.”

“Then you’re going to have to dumb it down for me, Ciera, because I don’t see any obvious reasons.” She’s so fucking beautiful. From the moment I first laid eyes on her, an obsession started to form. Then I touched her. From there, an addiction weaved itself into every sensory in my body that I’ve yet to fully sate.

“Because you’re kissing and feeling all over my fat. All that’s doing is making me feel gross.”

That makes me pause and jerk my head up to find her hands covering her eyes like she’s embarrassed.

“Have I ever given you the impression that I don’t like any part of you? Has K?”

“You hate my last name,” she argues. “Not to mention, I was a sure thing for both of you.”

“Your last name is Caputo, by the way. I eradicated the original one. Second, you’ve never been a sure thing. Krishna was not the one I considered didn’t feel the same way I do. Hechoseto be with me. You didn’t. You were forced into this. If we’re honest, you’re still being forced. I’ll never let you leave me, pet. I may claim to not want to trap K with a baby, but let’s face it, that is exactly what I did to you. I chose not to wear a condom, Ciera. It was very much a conscious decision.”

One she made too when she never asked either of us to wear one, but perhaps she didn’t feel she was allowed to ask, so that’s on me too.

“Until you and Krishna, I never knew sex could be enjoyable. I only knew pain. After that first orgasm, I wanted it again, only I wanted more than my fingers making me come. I wanted you both, and I didn’t want to feel something synthetic between us. A baby wasn’t even on my mind.”

“And now?”

“I want to have all of your babies and Krishna’s too. Is that wrong?”

“No, baby girl, that’s fucking perfect.”

I tilt my head back down and kiss her, starting under her bra in the center of her abdomen, working my way down past her navel to where the waistband of her leggings is folded over. Before I can yank them down even farther to get to the part I want to kiss, she starts to squirm.

“Dom?”

“Yeah?” I say against her velvety-soft skin as I tug on the material to lower it, kissing until I reach her neatly trimmed public hair. The back fabric finally pulls past her ass, giving me the access I want to her pretty pussy. Running my lips over her mound, I dip my tongue and part her lips. She’s wet, but then she always is when I get her like this.

“Mmm,” she moans.

“Ask your question,” I tell her, my breath coating every wet part of her.

“Are you going to be okay with it if we find out the baby is Krishna’s and not yours?”

You’d think having a conversation about a child while eating your wife’s pussy would be a turn-off, but it’s not. Maybe it’s because I wanted her pregnant. Perhaps it’s because the life she’s carrying inside her is mine.

Without moving my mouth, I flick my eyes up to see her lifted onto her elbows and her head tilted toward me.

“Whether the kid is biologically mine or his, Ciera, the baby is still mine. You’re mine. Now, can I go back to trying to make you come all over my tongue and K’s desk?”

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