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But once Ashe could hear their footsteps fade, he turned to Luna. “Seriously!? Did you not check your phone or the calendar!? I told you the Hendersons were doing another couples’ inspection.” But he just as quickly calmed himself. It wasn’t her fault, but then he was almost immediately focused on her wonderful scent and brought her close. “The batch clearly failed…” She’d watch her usually put together mate and best friend’s eye and face growing intense, as well as the tightening in his pants. And the growl in his voice clearly meant the inner wolf was also coming into play, something he usually had 100% control over. “You. Me. Cold Shower. Now.”

there was no doubt now that he had her completely hooked. and perhaps in some way, she had him too. even though everything was according to his plans, she was getting him in a way no other woman has. he was already building a life with her. already planning the many ways he would get her pregnant, and perhaps keep her pregnant. now that the thought had formed in his head. pictures of her round and swollen. for the whole world to see, it made him prouder than any awards he could ever win. it was a different kind of victory for him. "anything for you, my darling." he pressed a soft kiss on her lips. as soft as his kisses can be as the grip on her round ass tightened, using her weight to move her up and down on his cock to meet his harsh, possessive thrusts. "fucking miss this so much, baby.. feeling your tight pussy like this. no one else can compare." for once he was being truthful. he's fucked countless of women before, during, and after their relationship, and no one seemed to hold a candle on her. he pressed his forehead against her before his eyes looked at the camera still filming them at the moment.

for once, she buys that nothing will come between them save for a growing belly. that thought, paired with those deep, rough thrusts and the rubbing of her clit against his stomach leaves her walls contracting around him, milking his cock with her first orgasm as his grip bruises her cheeks. even before the after shocks have settled in, there's a nagging thought in her hazy brain. it leaves her speaking as if on autopilot. her lips graze the shell of his ear, moans spilling out before words do. soft enough the camera would fail to pick up the words. "a-anything? the video doesn't go up without a signed prenup, until after the honeymoon. a-and a positive pregnancy test. or i'll get my lawyers involved." the little shit has been able to cry on cue since before she could drive. then their foreheads are touching again, in what appears to be a tender moment of intimacy rather than them dragging each other down to hell. she's been taught to capitalize on chaos through timing and charm. "i can't wait to have your babies, have a ring around my finger." it's almost wholesome, "my tits are going to get huge."

gonna fuck them into the bed over and over and they're whimpering and moaning and sobbing but they still say like the good girl they are: "it's okay daddy, i can take it. mhm im your stress toy, feels so good, just keep going. as much as you want daddy, im yours to use, i cum so hard when you're angry, please fuck me more"

they don't have to say anything for mason to know what they're thinking. the look on their face says it all. something's going on at home. he won't ask, because he knows it's not any of his business. but if they want to talk about it, he is more than willing to listen. so instead, he lets them sprawl out on top of him, with the side of their head resting on his chest. one hand holds at the knee where their leg is draped over him, while his other hand runs up and down their back in a soothing rhythm. "you could stay another night," he suggests in his soft, low voice as he attempts to angle his head to get a better view of their face, just to try and see what they're thinking about. "another week..." he continues with a modest shrug. a small, sympathetic smile on his face as he brushes a bit of their hair out of their face. "forever, perhaps." he adds, more as a joke, and quietly chuckles at himself for that.

baby blues are still red-rimmed, but the puffiness has gone down in volume just like the sounds of her sniffling cries. back home, there’s not much room to feel anything other than stressed and angry. not with her parents constantly bitching about their financial woes, bickering about a divorce that will never happen, demanding more and more from their daughter's paychecks, and overall labor. as if she could guarantee the family’s stability with a pair of pointe shoes, a repertoire, and a silly childhood dream she clung to into adulthood out of obligation. with mason, she doesn't just have the space to feel whatever disgusting, complicated emotions she wants to rip out of her chest. she's also started to experience... serenity, with the safety net of his comfort to keep her steady when she falls into despair. it feels like a fucking trap. “—mmmh?” pearly whites chew on her bottom lip while taking the offer into consideration. daydreams about it for a few seconds too long, her heart aches. sitting heavy in her chest while she envisions forever as best as one can when the most consistency they've experienced is in people's cruelty. a future that she can't quite picture but craves with all her might. “you say that now.” despite her snort, cherry does want to lengthen her stay, hell. cherry’s not even sure she ever wants to leave. not that she'd admit it. “but what happens when forever ends, and you get sick of me? you sure you got another week left in you? i'd be happy with just another night.” she's learned to survive off crumbs of affection for so long now that anything more seems needlessly indulgent.

" you look like a fuckin' cum dumpster with that thing , " shaun offers around a mouthful of parfait , cream frothing at the corner of pale pink lips , nudging his chin in the direction of the obvious poke of metal under the café lights . " lookin' to set off metal detectors , or , like do you just hate your parents ? "

her slender arms are covered, from shoulder to fingertips, with tattoos. the dark green slip dress, though short in length, still obscures most of the ink on soft thighs, around her chest, and lower back. the silky material and its black lace trim do nothing but accentuate the sore, stiff peaks and the metal adorning them. her temper flares, a calculating brow arched with disdain. yet fawn isn't sure if she's angry that he's so casually degrading or if she’s angry that she enjoys it so much. in a flash, she’s snatched his parfait to get a taste of the sweet-looking treat for herself in retribution. “mmm, rude. but this... this is delicious, by the way. nice taste. —- and you can’t can’t hate someone ya’ don’t know; and i don’t know my daddy. i don’t feel any type of way about my momma, neither. i think she might’ve had too many kids, but that’s about it. i got these,” hands gently cup full, pert breasts. slightly wincing when gravity bounces them back down when her hands leave her chest. “‘cause i think the little fangs look so cute... and i’m running out of space to tattoo myself. figured finding out the difference between a tattoo gun and a piercing one would scratch that itch i have to get another.” it didn’t, because she’s a masochist at heart. but that’s neither here nor there.