“Oh, Sierra would be great, but Annie is their family.”
He strokes my cheek with a finger. “You're going to make her cry when you ask her. She always wanted to have children.”
I imagine Annie as a mother. I'm glad she'll be around to help me, because having grown up with only a father makes me doubt my abilities. I think about my lunch with Marion tomorrow and wonder if my suspicion that she's my mother will be confirmed. If so, she'll be a grandmother, too.
I say, “Donna is excited to have grandchildren, too. Maybe we should have a lot of kids.”
“A lot? How many kids do you want to have?”
“I don't know, but you should be happy I want to be pregnant multiple times.” I reach down and grip his cock. “Because it makes me really horny.”
He rolls on top of me, pressing his growing desire against my belly. “Does it now?”
I yank his head down into a kiss and show him just what I mean.
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Chapter 6
Sierra
“Sierra.”
Keith’s voice is soft in my ear, and goose bumps break out on my skin as he kisses his way down my neck. Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I groan in pleasure when he reaches my breasts. Fully awake now, I’m not the least bit upset he woke me up in the middle of the night for sex. Victor has to be asleep, and my time with Keith should be ours alone.
Focusing on using words instead of thoughts, I say, “I like this dream. Don’t stop.”
Keith lifts over me as his hand reaches between my legs. “Keep dreaming, sweetie, because I’m about to get to the good part.”
I reach for his cock. “Oh no you don’t. I have plans for my favorite piece of your anatomy.” The growl that comes from him seems to reach inside of me, and it sets my core trembling. “Flip over, bear boy.”
The bed shakes as he lands beside me, and I climb over him to taste his dick. I let out a growl of my own as I take in as much as I can. My poor boyfriend deals with the psycho me daily. Victor’s constant chatter makes me irritable, and I take it out on Keith. Right now I want to give him a little redemption. I let him hit the back of my throat and control my gag reflex. This isn’t pleasant, but I figure a little discomfort is the least I can do.
“Sweet Jesus, Sierra. What the...”
I look up at him as he arches into the beginning of his orgasm. Sucking harder, I swallow and feel my throat close around him. It’s way more than I ever thought I would do for some guy, but it’s worth it knowing I’m giving him the best blow job he’s ever had.
Climbing over Keith’s spent body, I giggle when I notice his incoherent state. “I think you liked that.”
He moans, and I lie on top of him as I marvel at what I just accomplished. Wet with desire, I rub against his groin, and it flexes beneath me, letting me know Keith will be ready for more in a few minutes.
New goose bumps break out on my skin when Victor’s voice rings in my head. I knew that was a talented mouth you had. My, my, you’re a dirty girl. My hand is a poor excuse for your ruby-red lips around my cock. I can’t wait to fuck your throat. He sighs. Oh yes, you’ll suck me and drink every last drop. Victor lets out a groan that makes me think he’s coming, and it horrifies me that I like the sound. I grimace.
Keith asks, “Sierra? Are you all right?”
I force a smile as I shove the vision of Victor out of my head. “Yes, just a cramp. Now where was I?”
“You were about to ride me until I make you scream.” Keith slips his fingers into my folds, and I gaze at his face, letting it fill my thoughts.
That may be his face you’re seeing, but those are my fingers you feel.
What the fuck? You are one sick asshole, Victor. I shake my head and say, “Fuck me hard, Keith. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”
As we rearrange our bodies, he says, “Your wish is my command.” And he thrusts inside of me with force. I lift my thighs, and he pushes them up as he pumps hard.
I pant. “Faster, harder.” I revel in Keith’s intensity as the edge of pain drowns out Victor’s words. But when I finally scream, Victor’s face is what I see, and his laugh is what I hear.
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Chapter 7
Carly
I arrive at the Cat's Meow fifteen minutes early because I'd like to watch Marion walk in. At a table in the back of the café, I scan a menu and figure out what I'll have for lunch. Not wanting to spend any of our time together distracted by trivial things, I plan to study her and learn everything I can about the woman I suspect is my mother.