cock growing harder by the second as I move my head up and down, exploring him as I take him deeper.
He tastes good, like me and also like him, and I can’t get enough of it. My pussy is hot as I suck him off, one hand moving between my thighs as I touch myself, my clit on fire as I pump his cock instinctively.
“That feels so good baby, so damn right.”
I pant as I suck him off, my pleasure so pure and relentless, my sexual prowess rising up as I finger my pussy while sucking him off.
His cock is so big and meaty, my pussy so tender from the ride in his lap, and the thought of that, of his hands on my tits, teasing my nipples, his tongue running over my skin, takes my climax to the next level. My juicy slit drips in orgasm while I suck Beckett off.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot, baby,” he groans as his come fills my mouth, as it slides down my throat. I suck him harder, wanting every last drop in my belly, and my hand aches from fingering myself, but he knows I’m not entirely done. He growls, his thick cock between his legs, and he rolls me onto my hands and knees, his hand slipping between my legs from behind as he fingers me harder.
“Oh,” I cry out, gasping as he finger fucks me to my core. He rolls me on top of him, straddling him as his mouth rides my pussy in a way that has my holding onto his legs tight. My mouth greedy for more of his salty seed to fill my belly.
When we finish, we’re both gasping, on our backs on the carpet, at a loss for words over the frenzied fuck we just shared.
My body is lit up from the inside out, and we turn, facing one another, the ecstasy rolling off us.
“That was—” Before Beckett can finish the sentence, Annie stirs from her portable crib in the corner. Beckett groans. “Oh man, I didn’t want this to end.”
“Me neither. But let’s just make sure she’s okay.” Knowing Annie is our priority, Beckett pulls on his sweats and then reaches for her.
I dress quickly, washing up, and then meet him in the living room.
“Is it just me or is she a little warm?” he asks, kissing her forehead.
“Do you have a thermometer?”
Together, with her in his arms, we go get it from the bathroom, quickly taking her temp. “It shouldn’t be 100,” I say, biting my bottom lip. One day on the job and I already offered my boss my virginity and the baby I’m supposed to look after has a fever. “She might just be teething,” I say, taking Annie in my arms and cradling her.
Beckett’s eyes gloss over with fear. “Is she going to be okay?”
“We need to give her some Tylenol, and let’s give her a bath again, try and cool her down.” Beckett nods, his brow knit with worry. “And in the meantime,” I say. “Give her pediatrician’s office a call. Leave a message so in the morning they will call and check in with us, and if the fever hasn’t gone down, we can make an appointment.”
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, wrapping both us girls in his arms. “God, Brittany, I’m so thankful for you.”
“She hasn’t been sick since you’ve… since you moved in?”
He shakes his head. “No… I don’t know how to do any of this,” he says, reaching for the baby Tylenol.
I look down at sweet Annie, running my finger over her gums. No trace of teeth. “Beckett, it’s going to be okay,” I tell him. But I see in his eyes he is pulling away, fear filling him.
And I know my promises mean nothing. I just pray that my words turn out to be true.
Chapter Eleven
Beckett
We wake to Annie fussing. She’s wrapped up in Brittany’s arms, both the girls facing me in my bed. We finally fell asleep with her last night, after feeding Annie, bathing her, and giving her a dose of medicine. We did it all again four hours later, while pacing the hallway as Annie’s cries turned to screams. The entire time Brittany remained calm, reassuring me that everything was going to be okay, that the fever wasn’t high enough to need to go to the emergency room, but that the moment it was, we’d take her in.
We finally fell asleep, exhausted. My body had been on high alert for hours,