Page 87 of Falsifier

Baby boy? Mr Porter Thayer? Cock?

"Mm hum." Yes to all three. Yes. Yes. Yes.

The plug moves inside, but instead of a jolt, it leaves me feeling empty.

"No, don't take it."

"Steady, babe." Knox brushes the head of his cock against my opening.

"Oh yes yes yes." My hips try to push back but I'm floating on cloud nine.

He pushes into me, going deep and hard, which is how my cock wants to be, but it can't get there.

Time ebbs away from me, nothing but the sweet movement of his cock inside me, burning with lust, blistered with pain. The only sound is the ragged breaths and the slap of skin as one body hits the other. I never want this to end, and the metal digging into my cock gives me the stamina of a God.

Trickles of pleasure leak from my tip, Knox's hand reaches around, caressing my crushed skin. With one hand he frees me, the other grips against my throat. When the cage comes off, the room darkens away, the hand on my shaft burns through my body, hitting every aching muscle and leaving me a convulsing mess.

"So good, my treasure. Just for me. Such a slutty mess."

"Uh." I agree. I am boneless, shattered, and sated.

My limbs lower, but I can't move yet. I don’t need to; everything comes away from me until I register lying. Knox is with me; his moving hands never leave me.

"I'm going to take care of you, my treasure."

I feel like an angel, floating and weightless, although I don't seem so weightless when my man lifts me from the floor and carries me to the bathroom. I register the roll top tub, and the trickle of water around me as Knox fills it.

"We need a new bathroom," I inform him bluntly. "I want a bath we can both fit in."

"Your wish is my command." Knox kisses my knuckles as he sponges the warm water across me. He does so much and asks for so little in return. I am happy to oblige him any way he wants. I try to help him with the cleaning, but he swipes me away and cleans my cum drenched thighs.

OK, there might be some dramatics there, but I am going to be Mr Porter Thayer. That name is so much more than a husband. It is a family. It is a hone. It is happiness. I will soon have a husband, a father-in-law who will grovel at my feet, a mother-in-law who I know is secretly dying to take me shopping, even if she doesn't realise it. I have two brothers now. Brothers who at least respect me.

"Porter?" Knox calls.

"Porter Thayer," I reply.

"I am the happiness man alive."

"No, you're not. We are." I wrap my arms around him before realising how much more clothing he is wearing. Shrugging, I tug him further into the tub.

Chapter fifty-seven

Caeo

Ican'thavewhatI want, no matter how much I want it. I stare at Knox's playroom with bad things on my mind.

"What is this room?" Nico calls, trying to peer under my arm to look inside.

"No, back, beast." I shove my body in the way to stop him seeing things kids shouldn't see.

Except he isn't a kid anymore. He's wearing a onesie, and he barely comes up to my shoulders but he isn't a kid. Nico jumps onto my shoulders, piggyback style to see over me.

"Holy sh-"

"No," I scold, turning so my back slams into the wall. "What have I told you?"

"Naughty imps do not use the bad English words," Nico chuckles.

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