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“JJ, that’s…I feel so...”

“Full?”

“Yessss.”

With the butt plug seated deep inside, I pump her with my fingers. “My mouth wants you too. Can my Princess handle that?”

I don’t wait for a response as my tongue finds her clit. I clean her up good, taking every single drop into my mouth, reveling at the way she watches my mouth work.

“Oh my god, I think I’m fucking squirting!” she shouts.

Damn fucking right she is, all the way down my throat.

“Again. I want more,” I demand, pumping my fingers harder, the plug still tight in her ass.

“Baby, I can’t,” she shakes her head.

Fuck this.

Feral need hits me as I pull out the plug and carefully replace it with a finger. “You like that, yeah? Do you like your husband fingering your tight, sweet ass?”

She throws an arm over her eyes. “Give me another.”

“Such a bossy little slut for daddy, aren’t you?”

“I think I’m going to come again.”

My mouth only just finds her pussy in time as she squirts hard onto my tongue. Fucking hell, she tastes even better the second time.

“I want you to fuck me, JJ.”

I shake my head. “Nah.” Lick. “I’m not moving from my position between your thighs until I’m sure you’ve emptied everything you have down my throat. I’m thirsty, and your cum is the only thing that can quench my need.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

KATE

My heart has never been fuller as I sit in the family box with my two girls to my left and Hollie and Claire to my right.

And neither has my womb. I’m fit to burst, like literally. The doctor told me at my checkup a couple of days ago that they would definitely take me to thirty-six weeks, but honestly, I don’t think I can stand another thirty-six minutes.

Sitting next to Luna, I snag a piece of her popcorn. “I still hate this stuff, but the constipation from my vitamins is a killer.”

She side-eyes me. “Another tip from Jensen’s collection of mom and baby books?”

I wash it down with a sip of water. “Yep.” Trying to get comfortable, I kick out my swollen feet. Even though it’s mid-February and freezing outside, I opted for flip-flops. “Why is it you can still wear shoes?” I point to Luna’s brown winter boots. “And why do you still look cute? I, on the other hand, look like a beached whale.”

I feel like one, too.

“Because she’s not carrying a whole other baby,” Hollie chimes in. She reaches across and rubs my huge bump. “Beautiful.”

“Whale,” I retort.

Felicity clears her throat. “All I’m saying is JJwould be pissed if he heard you referring to yourself like that.”

“True,” Luna nods. “Last week at our prenatal class, you referred to yourself as gross, and I thought he was going to throw you over his knee or something.”

He did—later that night.