Page 18 of His Bet To Take
Kingston is frozen in place, his face loses color, and his eyes are wide.
Orion covers his face. “My eyes! I need bleach. Oh God, I’m going to throw up.”
Kingston spins around and walks out of the room.
Quillon sighs and reaches for the doorknob. “You could have got a room.”
“We are in a room,” I growl. “Get the fuck out of it.”
The door slams shut, and Mae has her face covered. Luckily, we are still dressed, and my hand is covering her breast, so the kids didn’t see anything, but they saw enough.
I slam into her again, uncaring that the kids saw. It won’t stop me from feeling Mae come all over my cock.
“Ian! The kids—” Her attempt to stop me falls on a soft moan. “We can’t.”
“The hell we can’t. I’m not going to stop.” I ram into her faster, sweat beading on my temples. “You’re going to take every fucking drop. And then, I’m going to plug you so you’re ready whenever I want you today.”
“Ian!” she screams, slamming a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet.
I rip her hand away, covering her mouth with mine, wanting to taste her moans. The kiss is sloppy and unfocused as we both get closer to the edge.
“Fuck. Fuck, Mae. Fuck!” I roar, curling over her. I bury my fingers in her hair and yank her head to the side, kissing up and down her throat.
Her fist slams against the table and her orgasm has her back arching, her breasts press against my chest, and her come drenches my cock.
“Mae. Fuck, take me. Take every fucking inch, every fucking drop.” I wrap both hands around her throat, pulling another orgasm from her. The space between us is wet and slick, and I plant myself as far and deep as I can, filling her with everything I have to give. “Mae!” I pull her up by her neck, our lips breezing against each other. “You’re mine.”
“Yours.”
I crash my lips against hers, driving inside, pushing my come deep into her body. She might not be able to have my children anymore, but she can drip of me.
I’m glad she can’t get pregnant. I can’t share her more than I already do.
“I’m never eating at that table again!” Lennox shouts behind the door.
“I’m going to need therapy,” Orion says.
“Dramatic,” Quillon states with a bore. “All of you.”
“It doesn’t make you sick?” Kingston begins the argument, as usual. “We just saw our parents fucking.”
“How do you think we got here? They fucked.” Quillon sounds bored. “It really isn’t a big deal.”
“Go the fuck away! We will deal with you four later. I’m going to fuck your mom again. So if you don’t want to hear, I suggest you go to your rooms.”
“Ian,” Mae hisses before giggling.
“Nope. No. I’m out of here.”
“Me too.”
“Me three.”
“Yeah, same. I have shit to do,” Quillon states, and finally, their footsteps retreat.
Mae blinks those gorgeous eyes at me. “Again? Are you sure you have it in you, Mr. Roulette?”
I sneer, grabbing the material of her dress at her breasts, and rip it right down the middle. “You have no idea, Mrs. Roulette.”