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JOANNE-
Minutes ago. All I wanted was a good night’s sleep.
But with the enormous man in front of me, Stark was naked and a bit intoxicated.
I didn’t want to look too desperate, but I would bite him if he didn’t try to finish what he started after shredding my night dress.
I gulped heavily before I made my eyes travel to Hardy’s Dick, and my eyes fluttered at how thick it is.
It was long and veiny and exactly what I needed, but I had to pretend I wanted nothing more than sleep.
“Did Theodore look like this? I fuckin bet not!” Hardy scoffed when he saw my eyes wandering around his dick.
Note to self: Hardy gets witty and shows a boy jealousy when he’s drunk.
I rolled my eyes.
“I need my beauty sleep.” I scoffed, like I wasn’t throbbing down there. “I’m pregnant, remember?”
“I don’t see a bump yet.” He scoffed.
“Well at least
“Quiet” He quietly shunned me.
I pursed my lips, and his big hands grabbed a hold of my thighs.
Before I could make out a proper reaction to his action, He spread my legs open, and his forefinger and middle finger gently swiped against my center.
I vibrated.
He let out a scorn.
“You want a beauty sleep when you’re this wet?”
I bit my lips, still feeling my body reacting to his touch.
I wanted his hands everywhere.
“What?” His voice was raspy now. “Not saying anything now? Cat’s got your tongue?”
No cats. Just him.
I opened my mouth to speak, and he immediately rested his fingers on my center again and gave it a slow rub.
No.
I was trying my best not to react, but my breath betrayed me when it escaped from my lips.
Hardy let out a low grumble chuckle in his chest.
“Cat’s got your tongue, again?”
He was teasing me.
I wouldn’t make it alive tonight.
“You’re drowning in your own pool,” he echoed.
If the room was so bright, he would have seen how heated my cheeks had gotten. Thank God it wasn’t.
He pressed his fingers on me and gave me a piercing. When I didn’t react and held on to his gaze, he leaned down and took my left perky nipple from his mouth.
His mouth covering my breast and his hand down my center were working simultaneously, and I could feel every drop of liquid leaving my body and forming a new pool in between my legs.
I couldn’t help it.
I let out a heaved breath before letting out a moan that made Hardy stop.
He raised his head to look at me, wearing an annoying smug look.
“Not sleepy?” He asked. Teasing.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay alive until dawn if he didn’t stop with his treacherous teasing.
I closed my eyes.
Tightly shut. I couldn’t look at him. Not now.
I felt him move around and slowly opened my eyes to see him standing on his knees in between my legs. Gawking at me.
His dick, which was so distracting, briefly caught my attention. It was now frozen in the air, hard, and waiting to be touched or closed around.
Would he let that happen?
It wasn’t like we were making love.
If anything. We were making hate. This is one of those who hate sex.
He gently leaned his lower body to match the spreads of my legs before grabbing a hold of his bigness and rubbing his dick cap on my clitoral area.
I quivered.
This man was crazy.
He pulled back and then leaned again to do the same rubbing of his tip on my core that would let me briefly tremble and crave for the rest of his remaining length.
He was enjoying the look on my face. I didn’t know what expression I was exhibiting, but he was enjoying every bit of it. The only thing I knew I was feeling was warmth, electricity, and undeniable sweetness. And I wanted more.
So whatever expression I had on, pleased his jerk face.
“Did Theo see you like this?” He scoffed.
I didn’t reply and tried to focus on still trying not to think of what he was doing to me down there.
“Answer me,” he urged.
His voice is a bit quiet.
“I don’t know,” I implied softly, shaking my head.
He scoffed.
He finally started to slip his bigness into me.
Finally.
But he immediately stopped and pulled it back out.
I almost gagged at his cruelty.
I wanted to ask what he was doing. But that would make me desperate, and I didn’t want that.
“You want this?” He asked. Seeing my dreadful reaction.
I didn’t know how to react. I had called him desperate, and saying yes to his question might just prove I was the desperate one.
I wouldn’t lie. I was desperate; I wanted every inch of him inside me. But I’ll never admit that.
Never.
Or so I thought.
“Do you?” He asked, pressing on me and giving me a cunning and pleasing smile.
“I do,” I muttered almost quietly.
He raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t quite catch that,” he said.
“I do,” I replied audibly, and he nodded.
He slipped every inch of himself deep into my wet, drowning, and needy core, and I found myself gasping at how huge and tight it was for me. It was tight, and it slapped against my walls as it moved in deeper.
I felt full already, and I was ready for what would happen next. It’s been ages since I’ve had someone this huge inside me.
Now, why didn’t I ever choose getting pregnant for him this way?
The insermination was no fun.
“A bit tight, aren’t we? Theo didn’t exceed expectations?” Hardy shook his head.
What was it with him, Theo, and me? This jealousy, or whatever this was, Was becoming juvenile.
He gave me a full thrust that released satisfied gasps from my mouth.
I spread my legs farther and immediately felt him start to slip out of me.
What?
My hips immediately thrust forward, chasing after him. I want him to remain inside me and fuck the shit out of me. Because I didn’t think I’d be fine, he amused my horny ass and left it this way.
“Now who’s desperate?” Hardy Entreated.
I wanted to roll my eyes. Curse. Or even try to act nonchalant and not be a loser. But I didn’t, while my head was wanting to keep playing the mind game with him. My body wanted what he just slipped out of.
“Please,” My voice was quiet, but almost soft and pleading.
“That’s not enough,” Theodore said, shaking his head.
“Beg me.” His voice was stern.
My eyes flared up, but I didn’t question his authority and wallowed in all that was happening.
There was a thirty percent chance he might not recall half of everything that happened tonight.
Hopefully.
“Please,” I added.
He teased my clitoral area with the tip of his dick again. The action caused my legs to rattle, and I sucked in my bottom lips.
I pushed my hips further to just bury his dick in me, but he pulled back.
“Don’t get greedy,”
“Please, Hardy,” I begged, like a child wanting candy from her mother.
He finally let himself go of me, and I breathed out a sigh of relief, pleasure, and readiness.
I sucked in air through my teeth as he started to move in and out of me very slowly.
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