“Yes. I want to feel good, but I don’t want you to get me pregnant.”
“Mia regina, I’m going to come so deep inside you once I’m in, that you’ll have no choice but to carry my baby. Your belly swollen with my heir makes me unbelievably excited.”
“Not too soon, Dominic,” she said breathlessly, fumbling with the button on my pants.
I didn’t stop her as she unfastened them and tugged my zipper down. She dipped her hand beneath my waistband and grasped my cock. Alcohol and weed had made my queen… looser, less inhibited. I could work with that.
I ran my fingers through her hair as she gave my dick quick strokes beneath the fabric.
“Vincent, what time is it?” I asked, desperate to fuck her breathless.
“Time for me to join in,” he said, eyeing her hungrily as she sucked on my neck and continued to stroke me. “But it’s just after eleven if you need numbers.”
Fuck. I had to meet Vasiliev.
“Baby,” I murmured as I ran my hand up her bare thigh. “You’re making me so fucking hard, but we have to stop. I have to meet Vasiliev so I don’t have time to give you a proper fucking like you deserve.”
She slowed her movements on my dick. It was agony as she removed her hand.
“How about you smoke and drink a little more for me?” I asked.
She pouted, completely wasted off her ass already. “Will you and Vinny do it too?”
Vincent nodded eagerly. He took off to get more drinks.
“Yes. We’ll have fun tonight.”
“All of us?” she asked, sitting up and swaying as she focused on my face. “Fallon too?”
“Maybe if you’re a good girl,” was all I said right when Vincent returned with glasses of alcohol for us.
I peered past Vincent and noticed Levin standing not far from the patio, Celeste still clinging to him as her friends giggled around them. He’d been watching Bianca on me. I smirked and inclined my head to him. Tipping my cup, I drank deeply while Vincent helped B. Levin's gaze darted to Vincent and Bianca.
Levin would cave eventually. I’d make sure of it. Because if my queen wasn’t happy, then no one was happy.