“Jay—” she groaned, but it was only half a protest.
“If I make you orgasm again, will that pull the cum even higher up inside you?” I wondered out loud.
She pouted. “I don’t know. You could try.”
She was so wet, dribbling down over her asshole. I pushed just the tip of my finger inside her tight star.
“Oh,” she gasped. “I didn’t think—”
But her words cut off as I worked my finger right into her hole. With my other hand, I placed it low on her belly and used my fingers to work her clit, while I fingered her arse. With my thumb, I blocked her pussy, preventing any more of my cum from sliding out of her.
Within seconds, I had her squirming and mewling, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. Her breasts were flushed with heat, and they jiggled every time I pushed my finger inside her arse.
Her back arched from the bed, and she cursed, her fingers digging into the sheets on either side. I loved how she responded to me, and I pictured myself fucking her again, filling her with my seed over and over.
Chapter Twelve
Ivy
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ISHOOK AND TREMBLEDas I came hard for the second time, my body convulsing around his fingers.
I slumped back on the mattress, though my legs were still in the air. I shoved my sweaty hair out of my face. “Jesus Christ.”
He chuckled. “You can just call me Jay.”
I smirked at him, and he kissed me, then got off the bed to use the bathroom.
I closed my eyes, suddenly exhausted. I didn’t bother trying to take my legs down again, he wouldn’t allow it. Could we have actually done enough to create a baby? I didn’t think so. My period was due any day now, and I was pretty sure I needed to be in the middle of my cycle to get pregnant. I didn’t want to ruin things for Jay, though, and anyway, I liked how he treated me, like I was someone special. If he treated me this way now, what would he be like when I was carrying his baby? He’d worship the ground I walked on, and I craved his attention and approval like it was a drug.
I knew he was crazy, but maybe, so was I? How could I not be after growing up in my family?
I pictured us living somewhere—not in the penthouse apartment, but an actual house, maybe even somewhere outside of London. I imagined us having land attached with stables, so our children could have ponies and learn to ride. Maybe I’d get some chickens and a dog, and we could forget all about city life and just enjoy each other and our own family.
My father and brothers were going to have to find out about us eventually, but Jay was right. If I got pregnant with his child, there wouldn’t be a single thing they could do about separating us. Even so, the thought of breaking the news to them churned my stomach. They’d be furious. What if they tried to send me away? Jayden would never allow it, but the thought of that conflict between him and my family terrified me.