He pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it into the laundry hamper in the corner. Then he turns back to me, grips my torso, and rolls us over so I’m on top of him. “Get my dick wet, Sugar. I’m gonna fuck you tonight.”
I pull my hair to one side and lean down, tugging at the top of his boxer briefs. He groans and lifts up, pushing his cock toward my face. I draw him out and run my tongue over his tip. He reaches down, fondling my breasts until they’re slick with milk.
“Now who’s getting a milk shower,” he teases.
“Let me get a towel,” I say, sitting back, flushing with embarrassment.
Devlin pushes himself up on one elbow, his other hand reaching out. His fingers close gently around my throat. “Wet me with your tits,” he growls.
I swallow my embarrassment and lean down, squeezing my swollen breasts together around his shaft. He groans and lifts his hips, slowly gliding in and out between my tits for a minute. When I look down and see drops of creamy milk clinging to his thick tip, heat pulses between my thighs.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls. He grabs me under the arms and lifts me up, pulling me onto his lap. Burying a hand in my hair, he pulls me in for a rough kiss before flipping us over. He reaches down to line himself up before thrusting his bare, milk-slick cock deep inside me. I gasp and arch up, clinging to him while he pumps into my hot center, already slippery with my own arousal.
He leans down to kiss me, his fingers closing around my throat again.
“Until you get your period again, this is my favorite lube,” he says, driving into me with a smooth, powerful rhythm until I’m begging for more, for him to let me finish. He grasps both my wrists in one hand, pulling them above my head while his other hand remains around my throat.
“Your cunt is a fucking miracle,” he growls, nipping at my lip. “Now let me feel it sucking the milk from my cock, my sweet sugar crystal.”
He drives into me hard, dominating me with each thrust until I obey, my back arching as climax grips me. A strangled cry escapes before he slams a hand over my mouth and his fingers tighten around my throat, squeezing until I choke. My walls clamp down around him, and he curses and drives into me savagely before stilling, his cock pulsing thick before liquid heat pours into my throbbing core.
I gasp for breath, gripping his shoulders until my nails break the skin, grinding up against him. He holds me pinned, one hand over my mouth to silence me, his other hand cutting off the blood to my brain until I think I’ll pass out. Gasping for breath, I cum again even harder, bucking wildly, scratching and biting, stars dotting my vision through the blackness until he relaxes his grip and lets me suck in a breath.
He presses his lips to my gasping mouth, chuckling and stroking his fingers down my neck. “Sweet little virgin, my ass,” he says, sinking down on top of me. “I may be the first man who ever fucked you, but you were always a freak.”
“Says the man obsessed with bodily fluids,” I manage, still panting for breath.
“You started it,” he reminds me, nuzzling my neck. “With the coffee.”
“Guess my grandma’s trick worked,” I say. And even though I’m happier than I have any right to be, even though I have a beautiful family and a husband I love more than life itself, the familiar pain twists in my chest at the mention of the beloved grandmother I will never see again.
“It surely did,” he agrees. “Nothing on this earth could take you away from me, Brooklyn Tate.”
“Nothing will,” I promise, my arms tightening around him, as if holding on hard enough will make the empty places in my heart disappear, the ones that a husband can’t fill no matter how much he loves me and gives me everything I could ever ask of him. He’s worth every sacrifice I’ve made, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still miss the things I’ve lost, the people I’ve left.
My mischievous grandmother, my selfish mother, my controlling father, my protective big brother, my rambunctious little brothers, and my twin, the better half of me.
Most of all, I wish I could see Royal, if only for fifteen seconds of a viral video. Just to know that he’s okay, that he recovered from whatever happened when he was kidnapped, that he’s moved out and is free of our father, who he always hated.
I just want to know he’s happy, but I can’t risk it. Baron would probably find it somehow if I looked them up. He’d see my IP address and track me down, and I didn’t sacrifice all that only to end up with a dead husband. So I focus on Devlin as he gets a cloth and cleans me up, telling myself I’m the luckiest girl in the world. When he comes back to bed, I curl into him, and I think of all I’ve gained so I don’t have to think about all I’ve lost.
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Royal drops me off around dawn. His car is still across the street, apparently unharmed. Maybe Mom didn’t tell her boyfriends it belongs to someone I know.
“Meet at the river on Tuesday?” Royal asks after parking the Escalade in my driveway.
I shake my head. “Royal. We fucked. That’s all. It doesn’t mean we’re together.”
“Okay,” he says. “But if you want tonotget together on Tuesday, meet me at our usual spot.”
“You’re okay with this being just sex?”
“Sure, sweetheart.”
I narrow my eyes. “Why?”