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I nod my head, my smile as lazy as his touch.

“If this were a dream you wouldn’t have to ask.”

He almost always asks. It's a habit Remi has started too. Remi does it…well, I think he asks for permission because Justin does.Justindoes it because he likes to hear us say yes.

Justin gently smacks my clit and hoooooooly shit! Electric sparks shoot down my extJustinties, and my knees pull up automatically to protect my core.

Ohhhhh, but yes. Do that again.

“Why are you being so bratty?” he asks in a playful tone, nipping at my throat.

He slips his hand from between my legs and starts working my underwear over my hips. Only his fingers are covered in my slick, and he’s spreading it all over my skin. He manages to get one-half of my panties down far enough for me to slip my leg through the hole, then he leaves them there, pinned around my knee on the bed.

“Being woken up before the sun fully rises tends to bring it out in me,” I tell him. “I’ll make it up to you. Next time I’ll let you sit on my chest and feed me your cock with my hands pinned.”

I may or may not have had a dream about that last night. Justin all but stops breathing, his fingers digging into my hip.

“Excuse me?” he asks in a deep and rumbly voice.

“Next time, I said. I’m too tired for acrobatics this morning. I’m supposedly sleeping, remember?” Justin huffs against my neck, then lifts my leg over his thigh.

“You’re growing quite the list of I.O.U’s, baby girl.”

It’s a tab I’m more than happy to pay.

He enters me with his fingers.

My arm reaches backward, and I run my hand into his hair, giving it a tug.

He nibbles his way over my shoulder and up my throat and licks along my jaw. Greediness floods through my body, and I’m already panting even though Justin is barely moving. My body is twisted and bent and arched, and the pull on my muscles is exquisite.

“I love the feel of your round belly and the hard press of our baby inside of you,” he mumbles against my ear. I tilt my chin in search of his lips, but he keeps his mouth just out of my reach.

“Gods, Justin. Stop teasing me.”

His lips graze along mine, but he doesn’t kiss me properly, and it makes me want to cry in frustration. I yank on his hair harder, and the breath of his chuckles ghost across my face. His tongue darts out and glides between my lips.

But he won’t kiss me.

Not how I want him to.

I groan when his fingers leave me dripping and desperate.

With a pull on his pants, his cock springs free. Just like with my panties, he doesn’t take them all the way off. Simply moves them enough to get the job done.

But Justin doesn’t get the job done. He isn’t in any hurry this morning.

He’s content to make me writhe and beg, and it’s really not very nice of him.

He grasps himself and slides the tip between my legs, gathering my moisture on his cock.

“Please, Justin,” I whine, and why isn’t he inside me yet?

“I love listening to you babble and beg. It’s so much better than when you yell at me.”

"I’m married to a tosser. An asshole. A foul, loathsome, evil little—"

I gasp when he enters me with no warning. I should have known quoting Hermione would turn him on.

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