People shout out questions that really are best asked to Rhoda and Laurel. Like how long have the two been lovers? How long have they tried to destroy me? Do they realize this is a federal offense that they just committed.
Or they ask questions that will never be fucking answered. Like how many times we’ve consummated. Or what we’re going to name the fucking kid.
But the Daily Journal people are silent.
All the way at the front they're sitting there like wet fucking blankets as the rest of the entire press corps goes crazy.
I’m still in a daze.
Penny turns to me, obviously pleased by her work.
She comes over to me and nuzzles my cheek.
“Are you upset?” she asks me, her eyes wide.
“Baby,” I tell her and hold her. “You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”
“And you’ve made me the happiest woman ever,” she replies back.
We stand there, holding each other for a second. And then a lascivious smile lights up her face.
"Want to go to your place?" she whispers in my ear. "I need some of that Daddy-dick inside me. Soon."
Hey. The girl just saved my fucking ass. And is gonna make me a real Daddy. Who the hell am I to argue?
Penny
"Never fucking leave me ever again," Magnus says with a raw tenderness but danger that shakes me to my core.
I never want to leave him ever again. I have to make sure that he knows that. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything. I need you more than I've ever needed anything. I'm yours, forever. But you have to always be mine. I could never be without you," I say, my voice catching in my throat and my eyes welling up.
"Penny," Magnus says, cupping my face and pulling me closer to him. "I need you more than I've ever needed anything. I'd die before I let go of you. I didn't know I could have something like what you and I share. And this is just the beginning. I have to have the rest of my life to show you just how much I cherish you," Magnus says, and now his eyes are drinking me in so deeply I shiver. His lips close over mine and his fingers drop from my face to my shoulders, then back to my shoulder blades, squeezing me so tightly that I believe every damn word about how much he needs me.
Well, that helps me believe every word he said, sure. But most of all I believe every single word he said because that same damn obsession and love is in me. In my heart...and growing inside my womb now. Magnus is everything to me. Magnus—and the baby we are going to have—aren't just my future; they're more than I ever hoped for. They are what I could never let go of now.
I feel his hands dip into my shirt and unhook my bra. I feel his cock thunder up and press hard into my stomach beneath his trousers, but his hands are on my skirt, yanking it down quickly. His lips are closing over mine in a hard, passionate kiss, and Magnus's hands tear my panties off. I mean, he tears them off me in tatters, shredding the fabric and exposing my pussy so he can have me. I don't give a shit how much those panties cost either. My skin heats with pleasure at how much he wants me. The cool air hitting my exposed pussy makes me shiver.
I get my hands to his pants and gasp when he breaks the kiss. Magnus throws me over his shoulder, undoes his pants with one hand, and steps out of them, carting me off to the couch. We aren't going to make it to the bedroom, and, based on the way he drops me onto the couch and then deletes all distance between us, I think he's interested in christening the final piece of furniture between us that we haven't covered in cum and fucked hard on.
Magnus has his stomach pressed to my back, my own stomach pressed into the couch. Trailing fingers up my spine, he brings his fingers to my bra and pulls it from both of my arms. He tears off his shirt, then mine, and presses his hot skin against mine. I ache with need, trembling at the possessive way that he's holding me. No matter how many times we fuck, I'll always shake at the sheer fury with which Magnus claims me.
His fingers close around my throat while his other hand spreads my pussy. When he starts to circle my clit, I'm trying hard to stay still. Easier said than done because he knows exactly how to touch me to drive me wild. Leaning forward, Magnus shoves the hard rod of his erection against my ass. I want that cock so deep inside me, but I know better than to beg.
"Please fuck me, I can't wait!" I whimper.
; Okay, so just because I know better doesn't mean I aim to behave.
To my delight and surprise, Magnus moves me and lays me down on my back on the couch and unceremoniously drives his cock right into my pussy. "I can't wait either, Penny, I fucking need you," Magnus growls.
No teasing. No games. Just two people who need each other that they might combust if they don't fuck and they'll combust when they do.
I watch that incredible body as he fucks deep, hard, fast into me with one pounding stroke after another. His pectorals alone make my pussy wet enough to soak through a snowsuit, and then he's got eight-pack abs that make me want to cry, they're so sexy. Watching his hips while he fucks me casts a spell on me. I lick my lips, and bring my hands to my breasts. I squeeze my nipples.
I see a wicked glint in his eyes. "You wanna touch my girl?" he asks mischievously. "Me too," he says. He brings a thumb to my clit and works quick circles over the sensitive bud until my eyes roll back in their orbits. His hands on me undo my ability to function properly. He can lay siege on me with pleasure and descend on me with an almost eerie ability to do exactly what will drive me over the edge. Magnus knows every inch of my body, like his hands, his cock, his lips were all made exactly for me. Spiritual, or religious, or not, I have to think that he can't be this perfect for me without some kind of miracle.
"I love you so fucking much," I moan out while he works me right to that point where I'm going to cum and then looks smugly right into my eyes and stops.