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I nod and declare, “I love you too,” and he smiles before pressing his lips against mine, and I melt, instantly opening my mouth for his tongue before it tangles with mine, and I moan at his taste.
I have missed him so much….
Damian slowly moves his hands to the t-shirt I’m wearing – his – and I lift my arms before breaking the kiss. He removes it and then throws it on the floor and before locking eyes with me, he unclips my bra and frees my breasts, and cups them. His thumbs gently running over my peaked nipples, making me gasp and rub against his jean-covered crotch needing friction.
“I want you,” I admit, and lust radiates from him as he moves one hand between us. I lift a little as he grips my panties and pulls hard, tearing them from my body, while he gently rubs my nipple, he slowly runs a finger through my juices. I move my hands between us and undo his jeans, pulling his zipper down before cupping his rock-hard cock, his veins bumping over my fingers, and my mouth waters.
Licking then biting his lip, Damian enters two fingers inside me, and I gasp as my walls flutter, my juices flooding his hand already before he pulls out, making me instantly miss him and squeeze him.
He smirks as he puts his fingers that have just been inside me at my lips and demands, “Suck,” and I listen. I open my mouth and take his fingers before licking and sucking them clean, making his cock twitch in my grip as I gently stroke him. He moans as I position myself over him, using my hand to guide it to my entrance, I lower myself onto him while still sucking my juices off his fingers.
“Fuck,” he groans as I bottom out and he quickly removes his finger from my mouth and kisses me, our tongues tangling. I moan and move my hips up and down, swiveling, while he gently tugs and rubs my nipples, making my clit throb.
“Damian,” I gasp as I break the kiss when he thrusts up, meeting me each time, hitting my g-spot, and groaning says, “I need you to get there, angel…” Before he moves one hand between us and rubs my clit.
“Oh god,” I shout moaning loudly, feeling my stomach tighten and my eyes begin to blur. Damian starts to thrust faster as he grips my hip and slams me down each time he thrusts up while rubbing my clit hard.
“Come for me, Essy, come now,” he growls, his chest rumbling against mine and I throw my head back as he pinches my clit hard when I thrust down, and I explode and squirt all over him, and he moans, “Fuck yes,” and ruts before stilling, his seed filling me up.
Once he’s emptied inside me, he grips my hips and moves us so my back is on the couch, his cock still deep inside me, and I giggle, making him smile as he lays his body over mine. My legs are wide to make room for his hips, not wanting to lose the fullness of him deep inside me before my fingers go to my name over his heart, and I trace them.
“I told you, angel,” he rasps, and I look at him, “You are my everything, and I hope you're not tired because I plan to spend the rest of the night inside you.”
I smile and whisper, “I love you,” and he replies, “I love you too.”
He kisses me hard and deep before keeping his promise and stays inside me all night long, even after we fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.
Chapter 19
Jokester
IsmirkasAidenbats his long eyelashes at his sister, who stands next to him with her hands on her hips, the blue paint pot he just threw by her feet empty, blue paint splattered everywhere across the white floor and on her jeans. Honestly, I have never tried so fucking hard to keep laughter in as I did when Mr. Man here decided to throw the pot with the biggest hissy fit I’ve seen from him so far.
My poor girl is trying her hardest to be stern as she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at her little brother whose tears are coating his cheeks, not used to being reprimanded by his big sister. Essy said no to another milkshake, knowing he would bounce off the walls and he flipped the switch. Gone was the sweet little boy to a little devil reincarnated making most brothers look innocent.
She’s kind of keeping it together, which is amazing considering he has her wrapped around his little finger, but I can see some cracks shining through as he bats his wet lashes at her. She wants to melt and her hormones are not helping her with this situation.
It’s been three days since my girl announced she was pregnant, and she hasn’t brought it up since.
I have some say whether she keeps it, and yeah, I want her to keep it, that is a no-brainer. I know we’re young, and my life is kind of up in the air with trying to find somewhere else to live and signing over the house on club property back over to the club, but with Essy, I know we can get through anything. I know without a doubt she’ll make the best mother, fuck, she’s basically been a mama to her little brother, but at the moment, she needs to come to the realization that she’ll want this baby as well. I won’t sway her though. I’ll support her throughout and if she wants a termination that it is because it’s definitely what she wants and not because she’s scared.
Her mom died giving birth to Aiden, and this baby, just like Aiden, was a shock. We’d been using protection, but it’s not always 100%, and the condoms never broke, so maybe this is how our life is supposed to go.
“Aiden, this is not okay!” Essy says sternly, and Aiden pops his bottom lip out like a pro and mumbles, “Sowwie, sissy,” and I look away to stop him from seeing my grin as my girl’s face softens.
See? He has her wrapped around her little finger.
Essy sighs, and I look to see her kneeling and beginning to wipe the paint off the floor while Trina mans the counter, customers coming and going. Shaking my head, I grab the wet wipes and clean up Aiden’s fingers. He grins while I mock glare and whisper, “No more paint throwing buddy,” and he nods, still grinning, making my smile come out.
The boy is fucking cute.
I wonder if our child will look just like him, being the spitting image of his big sister.
I swallow hard. There’s no guarantee she’ll keep the baby, and that in itself is a hard pill to swallow. I want her to keep it, I mean don’t get me wrong, I wanted more time with her but the baby, it exists and everything in me wants that baby but more importantly, I want it with her, only her. I just need her to see she can do this. She’s nearly finished school, and her dad has already started the process of changing the bakery’s deed into her name, something she isn’t aware of.
She’s in the perfect position for this to happen right now and she knows I’m always going to be here. I just need her to see that my time will be spent mostly with her. I don’t have club runs to do, club businesses to attend to, or paperwork to do. I can pick and choose when to tattoo my clients. I only have to find a home for us, and then everything will be good.
She terminates this pregnancy, and I know she will regret it and hold nothing but guilt, but if I can show her that I have my shit together, hopefully, she'll see we can do this.
