Page 22 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)

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.

I turned to the nightstand.

“Remember, lube is your friend.”

There was a white stick beside my phone. I lifted it, studied it, scratched my head—then it hit me.

“I did it,”

I said, holding the test up.

“I nailed your cervix.”

When I looked down, Iris was on her back, half-naked and stretching like a lazy cat, smiling.

“Oh my God. We’re having a baby,”

I said, staring at her belly, then the test again.

This is what I wanted.

Something that was ours.

Iris and me.

I stashed the test under my pillow and ripped the cover off her stomach, kissing it. She laughed and tried to push me off as my beard scraped her skin. Gave up and threaded her fingers into my hair.

“This won’t endear you to my mum,”

she sighed.

It hit me in waves.

I stared at her stomach like it was the Holy Grail. My cock might’ve found heaven in her arse, but this? This was fucking divine.

A baby.

My baby.

Growing inside her.

I pressed another kiss to her belly, then one more, and one more—until she groaned and tried to roll away. I stopped her, gently palming her stomach like it might already kick back.

“Hey, hey. Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart. I need a moment.”

She gave me the side-eye.

“A moment to what?”

“To thank the womb that accepted my sperm.”

She covered her face and let out the kind of laugh that made my chest feel like it was cracking open.

“God, you're so weird.”

“I’ll hide it better in front of your mum,”

I murmured, pulling the covers off to stare at her sweet plump pussy.

I spread her legs and moved between them, peppering kisses along her inner thighs until she moved her sweet arse around.

“Always so greedy for more,”

I growled gripping her thighs apart before spreading them as wide as they would go.

I traced my tongue through her folds—too gently.

Light flickering touches that made her try to move, but my grip on her held her still. Iris whimpered, frustrated already. Poor thing. My greedy girl didn’t want teasing—she wanted feeding.

“Relax,”

I muttered against her, the heat of my breath making her twitch.

“Let me pay my respects.”

She mumbled something into the pillow, probably rude, but I licked her again—slower this time, flat tongue, full drag—and whatever sass she had died right there.

Her cunt glistened. I kissed her clit once, then again. A worshipper at the altar. She tasted like everything I’d ever wanted.

Her breath hitched when I sucked her clit into my mouth, just enough to make her squirm. I held her there, tongue working slow, steady circles until she started rocking up to meet me.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride my face. You’ve earned it.”

She moaned, louder now, legs shaking. My fingers dug into her thighs, keeping her spread for my mouth like she was the main course.

I stabbed her with my tongue, tasting her cunt as I licked her hole, moaning against her pussy. She rubbed herself against my lips, tongue, and beard.

“I need you inside me, Daddy,”

she begged, and in that moment, I couldn’t deny her anything.

I spread her open with my thumbs, staring straight into the trembling heat of her cunt.

“My filthy little cunt,”

I breathed the words into her, dragging my teeth over her clit, slow and hungry.

Her walls fluttered. Fuck, I could see her pulse in there. I licked down to her hole, tongue circling, teasing, until my cock jerked with need—thick, leaking, twitching just watching her open up for me.

“Daddyyyyyy,”

she cried in frustration.

I kissed her pussy before moving to her thighs.

“Be a good girl for Daddy, get your face in the pillow and ass in the air,”

I said, raising to my knees to watch.

I gripped my cock, moving my hand up and down as she displayed herself for me—parting her knees wider, arching her back to perfection. I rubbed the tip, smearing my precum over my shaft, eyeing her pretty little cunt.

I moved behind her.

“Whose pussy is this, sweetheart?”

I asked, trailing my fingers down her pink slit.

“Yours,”

she muttered, trying to push herself onto my fingers.

“Yeah? And whose pretty little arsehole is this?”

I asked, grazing my thumb over the hole I’d stretched and ruined last night.

“Yours, Daddy. I’m all yours,”

she said, letting the desperation filter out.

I released my cock and yanked her knees farther apart, adjusting her height to exactly where I needed it.

This was one experience she would never forget.

The day our child lay between us.

The day I claimed her holes as mine.

I moved behind her, dragging the head of my cock through her folds until she whimpered. I palmed her arse cheek in one hand, spread her open, and pushed my dick into her drenched hole.

My fucking home.

“Oh, yes. Please—Daddy, I need it so bad. Hard. Fill me up,”

she cried, clawing at the pillows.

“Like this?”

I murmured, teasing her with the tip.

Her wet little hole polished my cock until it glistened in the early morning light.

“No! You know what I need,”

she growled over her shoulder, eyes flashing with frustrated anger.

“Yes, sweetheart, I do. And you’d best remember that it’s only my cock you worship,”

I said, inching into her.

Her face was buried in the pillows, muffled moans escaping as her cunt fluttered.

I reached down and fisted her hair.

“It’s only my cock that gets to fuck this hot little cunt,”

I growled, then snapped my hips forward.

Her cunt sucked me up, and she cried out, pressing back on me. I grunted like an animal, released her hair, and blanketed her body with mine. When I began to jackhammer in and out of her pussy, she wailed but held herself in place.

“Like this, sweetheart?”

I said, drilling her so hard I smacked her arse cheeks with every plunge.

“Y-Yes. Oh. Ooh,”

she moaned and squirmed, then begged, “Argh—please.”

“So fucking hot, wet, and desperate,”

I said, dragging her torso off the bed by her tits.

When I glanced down between us, she’d soaked my cock. With a snarl, I pulled her upright, pinching her nipples while thrusting deep and hard.

“You gonna come for me like a good little cocksleeve?”

I muttered in her ear.

Her head lolled forward, her back damp with sweat, and that wet little cunt clenched my cock in a death grip.

“Come for me. Come like my whore, Iris,”

I whispered—and that’s all it took.

I shoved her down and fucked her pulsating cunt like a madman. The more she cried out in pleasure, the harder my hips dropped against her.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,”

I prayed like a mantra, orgasm building, balls tight.

I spread her arse cheeks apart, stretching her rim, then pulled out of her pussy and shoved the wet head of my cock into her arse, wanking as I emptied my balls inside her tight little hole.

Panting like an animal, heart thundering, I eased out and watched a thick stream of come drip from her arsehole, trickling down her swollen pink lips.

“You’re officially christened as mine now,”

I said as the madness wore off.

“Daddy, you need therapy,”

she mumbled.

I probably did.

But I didn’t care.

She was mine.

The baby was mine.

No one would come between us.

Ever.