it.” I pull her to the edge with one hand and free my cock with the other. When I slide into her slick pussy, I groan, and she grips my shoulders.
“Don’t stop.” She bites my jaw as I thrust into her.
“So hot.” I look down, watching as my wet cock slides into her.
“I’m always so needy.” She works her hips against me, her soft body everything I’ve dreamed about.
“I want you needy. I want you any way I can get you.” I thrust just the way she likes, giving her clit friction as I pull down her top. Her round tits are even fuller, the nipples dark as I suck one and then the other. When the taste of milk hits my tongue, I groan and fuck her harder, the animal in me taking over.
She pulls my hair and leans back, opening herself to me as I give her all I have. My dreamgirl, the woman I would die for and kill for.
When she comes on a strangled cry, I thrust even deeper, letting go as I slam my palm against the cabinets behind her head. I love this feeling, the closeness, the mixture of the two of us. Fuck, I can’t get enough.
I return to her mouth, sucking on her tongue and kissing her until we have to come up for air.
She leans back, safe in my arms. “I needed that.” She giggles a little. “Preggo. Horny.”
“I live to serve.” I lick her tits again, the nipples tantalizing and sweet.
“Stop, you’ll get me going again.” She wiggles.
“Is that so bad?” I suck one into my mouth, rubbing my tongue all over the stiff peak.
“No--Wait. Yes!” She pulls my hair. “I have to finish my investigation. I’m close.”
I groan and relent. “I’ll check his travel habits.” I give her another kiss, this one softer.
“Check them and let me know, then I can post, then we can--” She waggles her eyebrows. “Get back to it.”
“You’ll have triplets at this rate.”
“That’s not how any of this works.” She shakes her head as I straighten her clothes and put her back on her feet.
“I love you, dreamgirl.” I tuck a curl behind her ear.
“I love you, too, stalker.” She turns, and I reach out and smack her fine ass as she waddles back toward the office.
Turning, I find Toby still waiting at the door.
I roll my eyes. “Fine. Jeez. I can’t even have the sex afterglow without you bugging me?”
He meows plaintively.
“Come on.” I push past him and open the door.
He follows me out into the shed.
I flip the switch and the bare bulb overhead flickers to life.
Toby circles the man tied to the chair. I thought I was bloodthirsty, but Toby seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to evil people. This man in particular has murdered at least ten pregnant women over the past twenty years. He set his sights on Jamie not long after she started showing.
Something about my dreamgirl always attracts the loonies. But I caught on to him quickly, and here he is. Bound and gagged.
I pick up a long knife as Toby sits in front of the man, his eyes expectant. “I don’t do this anymore. Not really,” I explain to the monster tied to the chair. “But whenever someone threatens my woman, I have to act.” I shrug. “It scratches that deep itch. I think you know what I mean, because you feel it, too. Not the same as mine. Yours is twisted and corrupt. Mine comes from a place of love now, a place of protection.” I move closer, planning my strike. “You won’t hurt anyone ever again.”
Toby meows his approval.
“And the world has my dreamgirl to thank for it.” I end him swiftly, justice served, my need to kill sated, and my Jamie safe and sound with our son growing happily inside her.
Soon, we’ll be three. And I will do whatever it takes to keep my little family safe, happy, and full of dreams.
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