“I did.”
“And how many Harrys are there in the world, huh?” She pulled a silly face. “So common.”
I laughed, wanting to touch her, to tease her. She was carrying my child in her, and that thought was so fucking sexy.
“Oh no,” she said with a giggle, shifting away from me. “I know that look!”
I smirked and lunged, grabbing her and pinning her to the sofa while she shrieked and fought back with no real effort. “Harry, we can’t! Not until we’ve cleared all of this up.” I tickled her. “Logistics!” she cried out, giggling and fighting me. “Not again. We have to be sensible adults.”
I ran my nose along hers, hovering my lips an inch from her delicious mouth, the spiciness of ginger on her breath. “But it’s so fucking good.”
Her legs widened for me to fall between, and I knew I had her. “You know, ever since you drew that first drop of milk from me, I’ve been trying to make it happen again.”
“Oh, fuck, really?” I asked, leaning away from her to see her full face.
“Really.” Her eyes glittered. “Yesterday in the shower, it worked.”
“Show me where your shower is, right now.”
Chapter Eleven
Zora
Ourshowerwassmall,not big enough for two, but Harry and I made it work. Harry’s body was so large he was pretty much half out of the cubicle, the water only hitting him in tiny sections of his massive frame. But the warm water did its job, and soon, little dribbles of milk started to form at my tits.
I think he would have squeezed himself inside a grocery bag if it meant getting what he wanted.
“So incredible,” Harry groaned, leaning down to suck the droplets up as each one formed and beaded on my nipple. I rested my back against the wall of the shower and sank into the sensation of it. I’d grown addicted to him there, to his obsession with my body.
It was clear he adored me, every inch of me, and god, did it make me feel special. Made this evilness we were committing worth it. At least in these moments.
I moaned and whimpered as he worked, as he jacked his cock off the taste of my milk on his tongue. I needed more. Always desired more with this man. My body was changing, all subtle at the moment, but it only made my craving for him grow deeper.
“Harry…” I whispered, trying to pull him away, my pussy aching for him to touch. “Please fuck me.”
His growl reverberated through my skin, and he let my tit go with a plop, standing at his full height to loom over me.
“Turn around,” he demanded, licking his lips, and I did, spinning right away, pushing my naked ass out for him. I heard him fall to his knees with a grunt, and before I could react, his hands were on the globes of my ass, spreading me open. “I swear to fucking god, there isn’t a single part of you I don’t want to devour.”
His teeth sank into my ass cheek before pulling off with a wet suck, no doubt leaving hickey marks as I cried and pushed myself back, aching for it all. He did it again and again, moving closer to my hole, then back out again to my thighs and lower spine.
This man knew how to worship.
I felt so special, so wanted and craved as he touched me, loved on me. It was deep and passionate and beyond anything I’d experienced. Even the first time, when it was a transaction, it had been this way.
“I want to fuck you here,” he murmured, flicking his tongue over my asshole. “Want to conquer your whole body.”
I laughed at that and pushed my ass out further. Ready to be fucking conquered.
“Mm,” he groaned, tongue-fucking me. “But I want your pussy more right now, need to see my cum pouring out of it.”
“Fuck,” I muttered, my belly clenching at his dirty talk. We were so in tune, it was unbelievable.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t play a little.” With more care than I was used to, he pressed a finger into my ass, coating it with spit before sliding in just the tip. He kept kissing my back as he worked, driving me fucking wild. The hot water from the shower streamed down my skin, making it all the more sensitive.
When his finger was inserted all the way, he began fucking me with it. The sensation of a finger up the ass was strange but delicious, stretching me out, forcing my body to submit. I wanted more.
“Harry…” I cried.
