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ADRIAN

DAY THREE

I glanced at the orange bottle of pills on the nightstand before looking up at Marisela again.

Watching as she bounced back and forth on my cock, her tits cupped in each one of my hands.

She dropped her palms onto my chest and started grinding against me harder, her hair blocking her face from view.

But I didn’t need to see it to know what it looked like. Her top teeth dragging over her plump bottom lip and her eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

I thought she might have caught on by now. Tried to push me off her the first time I didn’t pull out. Instead, she clung to me tighter until my cock stopped twitching inside her. Then shoved me down onto the mattress and rode my face.

I didn’t mind tasting myself when I was tasting her too. I also didn’t mind if the heavy dose of antibiotics I was feeding her just happened to interfere with her progesterone levels.

Knocking her up wasn’t my goal but keeping her was. And I didn’t care how low I had to steep to do it. My little lamb should have understood better than anyone else. It wasn’t much different from what she was willing to do to keep her company.

“Fuuuuuck,” I grunted when she did that thing where she rolled her hips, reaching a hand behind her back and latching on to my balls so that I was coming before I could stop myself.

She was getting better at it. Using my body against me the way I’d learned to use hers.

Not that I did much to interfere. Fucking my cum deep into her pussy wasn’t just my favorite hobby.

It was also something I had no problem doing over and over again.

My recovery time as quick as my hand with a fifteen blade and a pile of absorbable sutures.

I flipped Marisela onto her back, draping her legs over my shoulders as I peered down at how pretty my cum looked spilling out of her pussy. Like an over-ripened peach with the juices pooling at the top. Except my lamb was so much sweeter. Salty too. Just the way I liked it.

I reached out a finger and scooped up enough to have her writhing beneath my touch as I slowly circled my thumb around her clit. And she grabbed onto the headboard for leverage, her elbows in the air and her chin lifted towards the ceiling.

I wanted her eyes on me, watching what I did to her.

But more than that, I wanted her to feel it.

Feel my mouth sweeping across her puffy pussy lips, moving higher to nudge against her clit before coming full circle as my tongue penetrated her the way my cock was aching to do all over again.

I wanted her to feel my cool breath bristling over her heated flesh.

The bridge of my nose nudging at just the right spot each time I rocked my face closer to her cunt.

And I wanted her crying out in ecstasy, aching to be filled and fucked and frothy.

Dripping until the sheets were staining the mattress and her lips were screaming my name.

Not god’s. Not his . Mine.

She dug her nails into my shoulders, rotating her hips at the same time my tongue glided in and out of her and my nose stimulated her clit. Getting the dual sensation she needed before the spasms took over and had her squirming in my hands. Her voice hoarse and her skin tacky with sweat.

I grinned against her thighs, working my way up her torso until my mouth was claiming hers. A mix of her cum and mine creating a translucent film between us as I pulled back to look at her flushed face.

She pushed me aside and slid off the bed, grabbing the bottle of antibiotics before making her way towards the bathroom.

The sway of her wide hips compensating for the injury to her thigh.

Didn’t make her any less sexy, though. If anything, it added to it.

Her attitude and resilience more of a turn-on than that round, heart-shaped ass of hers.

I listened to the tap running in the sink, Marisela forcing down another dose before walking out the door and turning to face me. “These won’t affect my birth control pills, will they?”

I sat up on the bed and scanned her expression, searching for… I wasn’t even sure what. But it wasn’t there, whatever I thought I might find. Instead, stoicism stared back at me.

It would be so easy to lie to her… But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

This experiment wasn’t just about Marisela. It was about me too. About what kind of man I wanted to be to her and for her.

“They could.”

“And you knew that?”

I nodded once.

“And you didn’t warn me.” She leaned against the doorframe, watching me expectantly. “Why?”

“Insurance,” I repeated the same thing Bugs told me the day he dug up that dirt on Rath.

She kept her glare locked on my face. “I’d just kill it, you know. You can’t force me to carry your bastard, Adrian.”

“Wouldn’t be a bastard if I married you first,” I reminded her. “Besides, I wouldn’t let you. I’d confine you to a room at Briarwood if I had to.”

“Your logic is insane.”

I lifted a shoulder. “Brilliance usually is.”

Marisela threw her head back on a laugh.

The sound more skeptical than amused. And then she was stalking in my direction, stopping when she was at the edge of the mattress and standing between my legs.

She lowered her lips to my ear while grabbing the tip of my finger and rubbing it along the inner lining of her belly button, across the slight umbilical scarring I could feel there.

“I already told you I don’t want kids, Adrian,” she whispered.

“Which is exactly why I had Dr. Espósito ensure I couldn’t.

” She tapped a palm against my cheek twice before pivoting on a heel and sauntering back towards the bathroom again.

“But I do appreciate the honesty,” she yelled out as she slammed the door behind her.