Page 52 of Filthy Business

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Just felt him pounding into me, each stroke brutal and filthy and perfect.

“Take it,” he growled.“Take all of it.”

I did. I took every punishing thrust, every filthy praise, every aching stretch—and I came so hard, I saw stars.

Daddy slammed into me, harder now, faster, like he couldn’t hold back a second longer. The slap of skin, the growl in his throat, the bruising grip on my hips—it all spiralled into something primal. His cock hit deep, deeper, until I thought I’d break apart from the stretch and the fullness. And I wanted more. I craved it.

“Fuck, baby,” he gritted out.“You’re squeezing me so tight.”

I sobbed into the mattress, pleasure detonating through every nerve as he pounded me, filthy praise spilling from his mouth between thrusts.

Then suddenly—he stopped.

Pulled out.

I cried out at the loss, the emptiness.

He grunted, and I felt his hot come spill inside my open hole. Another spurt landed on my rim, thick and dripping, before he pushed himself back in with a moan, pumping the last few pulses deep into me.

“Fuck,” he panted.“We’re definitely doing that again.”

I laughed and wiped the drool from my mouth.

“Calm down, Daddy. It was my first time.”

“And you came gloriously on my cock, sweetheart,” he said, rocking his hips with slow, teasing thrusts until I hissed.

I couldn’t say no to him.

He always knew exactly what I needed—especially when I didn’t.

???

I sat on the toilet with trembling hands.

It was positive. I had his baby inside me.

A Trentham baby.

Excitement and fear warred in my chest.

But then I pictured Daddy’s face—and calmed.

He’d pay homage to his hardworking cock first, no doubt.

Smiling, I left the test on his nightstand and slipped into bed beside him.

Chapter 23

Magnus

As soon as my eyes opened, I remembered last night. It was my first time having anal sex. The feel of her tight little hole sucking me in made my cock harden instantly. I edged closer to Iris, closing my eyes as I pictured my come dripping from her gaping arse. Leona’s arsehole had been so tight she could barely take a shit, let alone take my dick.

I brushed Iris’s hair to one side, kissed her cheek, then moved to the curve of her shoulder. So smooth. So fucking beautiful. I tugged the covers down, baring her breasts, and blew on her nipple. I was just about to suck on the perfect thing when her hand slapped my face.

“Check your nightstand and leave my asshole alone,” she grumbled.

Ah, fuck. Worth a try.