Page 2 of Bren: The Getaway

She gifts me with a soft nod and bites her lip. “Of course.”

“Good girl.” Her eyes flare with delight as I lay my head back down on the pillow while I allow my girl to go to town on licking me clean.

Mother-Fucking-Bliss.

By the time she finishes and raises her head, my cock is hardening for her again.

“Thank you.” She smiles, wiping at the corner of her mouth. Her manners hit me square in the balls.

“Anything for you, baby.” I smirk like an ass.

She gifts me with an approving nod while straddling my waist. Her lean legs stretch over me, and her perfect little bump rests on my stomach, allowing me the perfect position to palm it with my large hand, showering her with love as I do.

She tilts her head to the side. “Do you think it’s a girl?”

“I’ll make sure you have a girl, baby.”

She bends forward, making her nipples drag on my chest and forcing a growl to rip from deep inside me.

Sky grinds on me, rubbing her clit over my cock, making me desperate to sink into her.

“Put me inside, Sky. Let me fill you.”

A screeching rips through the room and has Sky jumping off my cock at warped speed. She rushes toward the boys’ nursery as though some major disaster happened, when, in reality, Seb probably dropped his binkie.

I groan, rubbing at my forehead, because Jesus fucking Christ they’re both going to end up in bed with us, I know it.

Mumbles come from the nursery, and Sky reappears with Seb in her arms, stroking over his hair. “Bren. Can you put some shorts on? Seb can’t sleep.”

Of course he can’t fucking sleep. He doesn’t have her tit in his mouth. My fucking tit.

“Bren?”

“I’m moving,” I grumble like the sap I am, scrubbing a hand down my face as I grab my boxers from the floor.

There goes my morning blowjob now too.

TWO

SKY

Lifting my head, I wake to two little snuggle bugs in bed with me, but Bren’s side of the bed is empty, and I hate it.

I know my husband loves having the boys in bed with us as much as me, but he likes to fuck me first, and he misses his morning blowjob.

Seb rolls over and gifts me with a toothy smile. He’s so cute and getting so big. At almost two, he’s the oldest of our boys, and they are less than a year apart. Sam grumbles and wipes his sleepy eyes while I press a kiss onto both their heads and throw back the sheets, preparing to get to work on their morning routine.

By the time I make it into Bren’s office to give him his freshly ground coffee, the boys have been fed, had their diapers changed, and are happily nibbling on fruit snacks. Sam is in his highchair, and Seb is running up and down the halls in a diaper.

Opening the door, I draw to a halt when my eyes lock with Paige’s green ones. She huffs in annoyance while rolling her eyes and tilting her head in Oscar’s direction, trying to have a silent conversation with me.

She’s almost eight months pregnant, only a week behind me, but she’s a lot bigger. She said she thinks it’s due to all the supplements Oscar pumps her and the baby with, in his determination to make them as healthy as possible.

Bren, on the other hand, thinks feeding me his cum every day does me more good and helps keep me active with the boys.

Since Paige discovered she was pregnant, Oscar has barely allowed her to leave his sight. Even going as far as encouraging her to quit working. Apparently, he bombarded her with a list of animals that carry infectious diseases, not to mention all the harm the medications can do that she would normally administer.

I’m not sure if any of that convinced her or if it was his meltdown when she left for work one day, but either way, she has to go to work with him now.

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