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2024-10-29 19:42:56Five days later...
With my anxiety taking over, I am powerless to keep my nails from digging into the wooden armrests of my chair, small splinters embedding themselves deeply beneath my nails as I loudly swallow back the nausea that has been coaxing the back of my throat for several weeks and my focus is solely on the man sitting in front of me.
"You are, in fact, pregnant, Ms Starkk." As he examines my file, the doctor makes an announcement.
"P..pre.." I stutter, the words refusing to leave my lips as my body begins to burn up.
"Yes, pregnant," he says, looking at me through his concerned hazel green eyes as he slides his pair of glasses down the bridge of his nose.
"I...I..I. Shiiit..." I mutter, removing my hands from the chair, I grip my purse violently that lays on my knees, turning my knuckles white as I try to figure out what I'm going to do.
"With the information you have given us, you're about twelve weeks
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We enter the mansion through the large iron gates, looking exactly how we feel: sore, tired, and in desperate need of a hot shower. My kneecaps are grazed, the soles of my feet are cut up and my clothes look like I've been attacked by a grizzly bear. All while, Ace doesn't have a strand of hair out of place or a spec of dirt staining his clothes. Trent comes into our line of vision as the front door yanks open, his arms crossed against his broad chest, preventing us from entering. "How did you two get so fucked up?" He spits out with a scowl on his face and his words are heavily coated with interest. "We were targeted on our way home from the hospital, which resulted in a shootout with the Irishmen." He draws me in closer to his body, pressing mine flush against his. "And this beauty right here eliminated the majority of them." His voice is brimming with pride. My eyes meet Trent's and I catch him looking me up and down with a smirk on his face and his tongue running along the
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He pulls back, gazing down at me. "When you play with fire, askim. [my love] You are bound to get burned, scorched or fried. If you ever pull this bok [shit] again. I will bind you to our bed, and you will never be allowed to leave the room again." He growls, and I know he means every word."I know you mean well and I'm sorry," I say as I search his eyes. "But this was the only option we had. I had to use myself as bait."[No.] "Hayir, you didnt." He says coldly and I don't like the sound of his tone."I did." I snap, stepping out of his embrace. "If I didn't see him, Aydem. Who is to say he would not have followed us back to the villa where our son is sleeping and your cousins live with their children?" Placing my hands on my hips, I run the tip of my tongue over my top teeth. "He could have returned and figured out the layout of the villa as well as everyone's schedule," I explain trying to justify my actions.His eyes narrow as he blows air out of his
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"That's right baby, take all of me." He growls.My eyes water, as I gasp, gag and moan.Struggling to breathe as he fills my mouth, undoubtedly giving every inch of himself to me. I take it all like a good wife that I desperately crave to be for him.I want him, I need every delicious inch he has to offer me.We mark each other in our most intimate places, claiming one another as my nude lipstick smears across the base of his cock. A statement that I deliberately make by showing him that I have put a ring on it and it is exclusively mine from this point forward. Saliva infused with premium precum slides down the side of my mouth, my chin and it drips onto my breasts.I swirl the tip of my tongue over the mushroom of his cock, slowly gliding my flat, moist tongue along his shaft and over his throbbing vein. Taking him in my mouth, inch by inch, I hollow my cheeks, sucking him off harder."Fuck, askim." [my love.] His
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"Oh, just six teeny, tiny, minutes." I sing out in an airy tone. "Do you think you can control yourself for a full seven minutes, husband?" I breathe out, liking how it sounds as it rolls off the tip of my tongue"Are you trying to unman me?" His jaw ticks."Would it only take six minutes?" I raise an eyebrow, running my hand down my torso between my breasts."Fuck.." He breathes out, "Are you sure you want this tonight? Do you want me to fill you with my hands caressing every inch of your tempting body after-""I'll be yours to use for your enjoyment. My body is yours to use however you please." I breathe with excitement.His jaw locks, his eyes don't leave my breasts and every muscle in his delicious body tenses. I straddle him, "Your six minutes start now."I place my hands on his shoulders and I slowly start to grind against his swelling cock. "That didn't take long, dear," I whisper into the shell of his ea
