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Tiptoeing into the house, I thought back to the last several hours.

It was finally over. Blythe and our babies were safe.

The Machado family was gone. Tavia and Deon were as well.

After Blythe left, I’d done as she asked.

Both were made to suffer and bleed. Tavia was also attached to the EMS. She hadn’t enjoyed that at all.

Then, Deon was given cuts, so she and he matched.

Eventually, I’d had enough and called it quits.

Their throats were cut, and they drowned in their blood.

Their bodies were being disposed of along with the others.

Twenty-two dead bodies were a lot to get rid of without being caught.

We would give anything to have Hunters Creek’s cremation fire right now.

Burying them left you open to discovery.

If we were in Florida like the Horsemen of Wrath, the swamp and gators would be an option.

We ended up doing two things. They were split into small groups and buried in different mass graves throughout the Great Smoky Mountain National Park surrounding Cherokee and our nearby neighbors.

And the rest were taken and fed to pigs at a massive pig farm outside of Bryson City.

It was a place Leon told us of. The owners had people coming to dump things into their pigs all the time.

They had so many that they welcomed any food they could get.

Under the cover of darkness, they never knew anyone was there.

Those who disposed of the bodies made sure the bodies were consumed.

Clothing had been removed and burned. I had to remember never to purchase pork from them.

I went to the clubhouse and showered there.

I refused to bring blood into our home. I used a pair of scrubs from my treatment room to change into.

The women and kids were at home asleep. Some men were, if they weren’t on body or vehicle disposal.

The SUVs were easier to get rid of. There was an area in Knoxville where, if a vehicle was left unattended, it would be stripped and the parts sold by thieves before daybreak.

They wiped them down and left them there.

I crawled slowly into bed. I didn’t want to wake Blythe, although I’d love it if she were awake.

I was hungry for her. Just the thought of her had me partially hard.

Her scent on the sheets made it worse. I scooted close and slid my arm over her waist and tucked my growing cock tight against her ass.

It ended up in its favorite sleeping spot, in her ass crack.

She moved, and then I heard her sigh. A hand came up to touch the one I had around her waist. “Mmm, Jagger, you’re home. I’m glad. I missed you, baby,” she whispered drowsily.

“I missed you, too. Go to sleep. You need your rest.”

“I’ve been resting. You should be the one to sleep. But it feels like you want something else,” she said as she pressed her ass harder against my cock and wiggled it.

I groaned. “Firefly, don’t. I don’t have a lot of control right now. If you don’t stop, I’ll be attacking you,” I warned her as I slid my cock up and down her crack.

“If you don’t attack me, then I’ll do it to you. I need you, Jagger. I’ve been dreaming of you for hours. Feel,” she said, moving my hand.

She pushed it down past her burgeoning tummy to between her legs. She lifted her upper leg, making room for my hand to slip between her legs. I encountered a hot, super wet pussy. She moaned when I rubbed up and down her folds.

“Christ, you’re so fucking wet,” I murmured.

“I am. I even used my vibrator earlier to get relief to sleep, but it didn’t do much.

I want you. And I need you to be my Biker Bones.

I want it hard and rough. There’s no need for foreplay.

I’m desperate to be fucked, Jagger. Fuck me and make me come all over that glorious cock of yours,” she pleaded.

That was it. I broke. I released a loud growl, and then I moved. I rolled, so I was on my back. I would start in this position and then move to another. I kicked the covers to the bottom of the bed.

“Straddle me,” I demanded.

I sat up against the headboard and helped her get over me.

When her wetness slid over my cock, I moaned.

Blythe latched onto the root and held my cock erect.

I lifted her hips so she could notch the head at her scorching entrance.

I thought she’d lower herself slowly to prolong it like she loved to do.

Nope. She dropped down on me, taking my entire length in one big push. We both groaned.

She was unbelievably tight, and her heat and cream surrounded me in heaven.

Blythe lifted and dropped again. I knew that rough sex wouldn’t hurt the babies, so I gave her what she asked for and what I needed.

She’d lift with help from me, and then as she thrust down, I’d yank on her hips.

Our pelvises were slapping together, sending jolts of pleasure through both of us.

I didn’t want it to end too fast, so I concentrated on holding back my orgasm.

Blythe was racing toward one, and I got her there.

When she tightened around me and cried out, squeezing the hell out of my cock, I gripped the base to hold back my orgasm.

I wanted more. Her slickness coated my hand as she came and came.

When she was finished, she was breathing heavily and holding herself up with her hands on my chest.

“God, so good,” she moaned.

“We’re not done yet,” I told her.

I hated to move, but I needed to be able to move more.

I gently rolled her off me onto her back.

I got off the bed, turned on the bedside light, and grabbed a pillow.

I hooked her legs and dragged her toward me slowly, making sure not to hurt her.

I let my hungry expression show. My cock was standing tall and throbbing.

When I got her ass to the edge of the bed.

I picked her up and placed the pillow underneath her hips.

“Play with those amazing tits while I fuck you, Blythe. I want you to scream for me,” I growled a moment before I slammed my cock back inside of her. She wailed my name.

I became a mindless rutting beast. All I wanted was to make her come and to give her my seed. If she weren’t already pregnant, I’d be working hard to impregnate her. Blythe was working her breasts hard. Her breath was a pant.

“God, you have no idea what it does to see you lying there all ripe and your pussy strangling my cock. So sexy. I’m warning you. I’ll want to get you pregnant again after we have these two.”

“You want another one that fast?” she panted.

“I want as many as you’ll give me. We’ll fill this house with children. I want everyone to see that I can’t keep my fucking hands off you. Fuck, yes, do that,” I moaned.

She was clenching and releasing her inner muscles, milking my cock. My cum was rising in my balls, and I knew I would soon blow. I sped up, thrusting even harder.

“Yes! Oh yes, Jagger, I’ll give you as many as you want. That’s it, baby, fuck me. Make me come,” she pleaded.

I was sweating as I hammered in and out of her. I was so close when she made me go over the edge. It was her words that did it. “Soon, I need you to show me what anal sex is like. I think I’ll like it.”

I lost it and thrust deep, held myself there, and jerked while grunting as my cum flooded her.

She clenched around me and chanted my name.

It was so damn good, my legs got weak, and I slumped over her.

Jesus, could she be any more perfect? I fought to regain my senses and ability to tell her I loved her, and I’d happily show her what anal was all about.