“Please,” I repeated, and waited for Hope’s attention to all finally, finally land on me. It did, and I treasured the lock of her lust-hazy eyes on mine. Only once I had that did I ask, “Say my name.”
Her hands dropped down to my face as she offered a smile just for me. It meant everything in the universe, to share this moment just between us.
But I wasn’t Janus.
I didn’t nuzzle foreheads.
I also wasn’t anything like the man I knew I appeared to be. Because inside, not only was I a filthy-minded bastard, but I—
I wasn’t a good man like my brothers were.
Hope hated liars and I was the worst one.
But she only smiled bigger when I grabbed her hips so hard my fingers dug into her supple flesh. My cock wasn’t as long as the twins, and it wasn’t as thick, but I was a very, very good observer. And I’d spent many, many hours exploring Hope with my hands while the others fucked her.
So I knew exactly where to thrust to hit her spots when my hips jerked forward. And holy— The moment my raw shaft made contact with her pussy, which was drenched with her own juices and my brother’s fresh cum—
And then I slid right in, and the pressure of her around me was so perfect. Better than all my dreams, and I had dreamed so many dreams of this moment.
Jesus Christ, I couldn’t believe I was finally, finally fucking Hope’s cunt.
It took everything not to blow my load right there. I let go of one of her hips and clenched my fist in the edge of the couch cushion. I almost bit my tongue in half at the effort not to come as I pulled out and then slid right back into her tight cunt.
“Say my name,” I growled through clenched teeth.
“Milo,” Hope gasped, eyes flying wide as she threw her arms around my back. “Yes.”
I had heaven wrapped around me. Her luscious body gave such sweet landing to my lean frame as I pulled back and then thrust forward. And now with her glorious stomach rising up between us…
Waiting to fuck her till she was pregnant as a mountain was an unexpected perk because she was literally the sexiest fucking thing—
Goddamn shit, hold it in, hold it in—
I clenched my stomach and ass muscles, everything I could to hold back the tide on this knife’s edge of pleasure.
I rolled my hips so my groin would rub her clit every time I thrust in. I wasn’t gonna leave my goddess unpleasured the first time I ever fucked her.
Stealing what wasn’t mine.
She never needed to know anything, though.
No one did. A secret could only stay a secret as long as you never, ever shared it. Mom taught me that.
I started fucking Hope harder. Not thrusting in more. I didn’t want to disturb the kids, after all. But fucking down against her pelvis, so my dick got a shit-ton of friction as it slid in and out of her. And it meant I was really grinding down against her clit, too, which—
“Oh God!” she squealed, her nails turning to talons, scratching down my back.
Fuck, yes.
“SAY MY NAME!” I roared.
“Milo!”
I moved one of my hands up to the top of the couch to balance there so I could bend over and suck on one of her huge tits while I fucked her. It was difficult, considering her stomach, but I managed.
Because fuck, her rack was insane.
These sweet, fat tits were about to fill with milk…
And I envisioned myself suckling her just like this while I fucked her, her mother’s milk spilling out onto my lips—
It was the dirtiest, fucking raunchiest thing I’d ever—
Cum started spurting out of my cock.
I bit down on her nipple just like I knew she liked. She howled and her nails dug into my ass.
She fucking milked me.
I thrust my hips in and spurt and spurt and spurt inside my goddess.
“Say my name,” I gasped one last time, the gasp of a happily dying man.
“Milo,” she squealed, high-pitched as her body spasmed beneath me, legs shaking uncontrollably.
I collapsed on top of her, a little to the left so I wasn’t squishing the kids. “Fucking right, it’s Milo,” I whispered.
No, she never had to know a thing.
We could be this perfect forever.
Chapter 12
JANUS
It’s the last month of filming, and I’m performing better than I ever have before. I can just tell that I’m giving energetic, fucking on performances.
Even though I’m barely sleeping at night.
Likely because I’m barely sleeping at night.
Our woman’s home, and I’m not sure if all the problems that drove Hope away are gone, or if she’s allowed them to be put on pause or what.
But life is more simple than I’ve ever known.
I work and it feels… pure. I throw my whole heart into it.