IMPREGNATED BY MY HUSBAND'S TWIN III

His thick and veined cock sprang out, with the head flushed and glistening with a bead of pre-cum.

It was bigger than I remembered, maybe because of the angle, or the lighting—but fuck, it made my pussy clench. I leaned in and parted my lips as I wrapped my hand around the base. I stroked him slowly, feeling him throb in my grip.

"See? You want this too," I murmured, looking up at him through my lashes.

My lips grazed the swollen tip, catching that warm, salty bead on my tongue. It was musky, faintly sweet, and already impossibly addictive. A low, ragged groan tore from his chest, the sound vibrating straight through me and setting every nerve alight.

I opened wider, sliding the head past my lips and swirled my tongue slowly around the sensitive ridge. He stretched my mouth deliciously as I sucked gently at first, savoring every thick pulse of flavor. My fingers dug into the iron-hard muscle of his thighs, my nails biting deep, feeling him flex and shudder beneath my grip.

He didn't push me off. His hand hovered near my head and his fingers flexed like he wanted to grab my hair but held back. I bobbed forward, taking more of his length, my jaw stretching wide around him. Spit slicked my lips and ran down his shaft as I worked him deeper. God, it was filthy good; finally having him in my mouth, the taste of his skin, the way he throbbed against my tongue. It was everything I had dreamt of... and more. My pussy ached harder and juices leaked down my thighs, but I stayed focused, sucking like my life depended on it.

"Ruby, wait—" That deep voice came again, laced with something like regret.

I ignored it and hollowed my cheeks, taking more of him until he hit the back of my throat. My free hand cupped his balls and rolled them gently as I sucked.

He was breathing heavily now, with that tattoo rising and falling with each gasp. I glanced up, seeing his jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut like he was at war with himself. Why? This was us, husband and wife. Why was he fighting it?

I pulled off with a pop and stroked his wet and shiny cock.

"Fuck my mouth, Connor. Or bend me over and take my pussy. I don't care... just use me." I dove back down and continued sucking him. He bucked again and a hand threaded into my hair, gripping tightly.

Yes, finally.

"Fuck," he muttered.

His hips twitched forward just a bit, feeding me more. I gagged a little but relaxed my throat, pushing to take him deeper until my nose brushed his pubes. One of his hands finally landed on my breast, squeezing hard through the lace, and his thumb rolled my nipple until I moaned around his cock. The hum made him hiss sharply and his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

I sucked his cock deeper and my tongue lapped the underside, tracing that fat vein pulsing there. I felt him swell bigger in my mouth, twitching like he was close already. My heart raced at the thought of him losing it... of thick, hot spurts flooding my throat, forcing me to swallow every drop while he groaned my name and gripped my hair like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

"Ruby..." My name rolled off his tongue but I was too far gone to hear whatever he was saying.

His grip tightened in my hair and his hips started to thrust shallowly, fucking my mouth in slow, controlled pushes. I took it all, eager as hell and my free hand sneaked between my legs to rub my clit through the drenched thong.

But then he pulled his cock out of my mouth suddenly.

"We have to stop," he panted. "We can't do this. I'm —"

"Shh," I whispered, standing up, pressing my body to his. My tits crushed against his chest as I ground my hips against his erection, feeling it nestle between my thighs, right against my soaked thong. "Don't say you're not in the mood. I feel how much you want me." My hand wrapped around him again, pumping slowly.

He grabbed my wrist, but softly this time, conflict raging in those blue eyes. "Ruby..."

"Please," I begged, kissing his neck, tasting the warm skin there. "Just fuck me. Fill me up. I've been so empty without you." I guided his cock lower, rubbing the tip against my pussy through the fabric, soaking him in my juices.

His resolve cracked; I felt it in the way his hips pressed forward, just a fraction. A low growl escaped him, and for a second, his hand slid to my ass, squeezing hard. Yes, take me.

But he froze again and stepped back. His cock stood proud but his face looked tormented. "You don't understand," he said, his voice breaking.

I didn't. All I knew was the ache between my legs and the need to have him bury himself deep inside me and make me cum.

"Then show me," I challenged, peeling off my thong, letting it drop. My shaved pussy was now bare for him. The lips were puffy and wet and so ready for him. I dipped a finger inside myself and held it to his lips. "Taste how ready I am."

He stared at it and his breath hitched. For a heartbeat, I thought he'd break. His tongue darted out, almost touching, but then he turned away and grabbed the towel, wrapping it back around. "I can't. Fuck. I have to tell you."

"Tell me what?" Frustration boiled over, mixed with hurt. Why was he fighting this? His body wanted me; why couldn't he just give in?

He met my eyes, shock and guilt twisted his face. "Ruby, I'm—"

The front door banged downstairs. Connor's voice echoed up. "Ruby? I'm home."

Ice flooded my veins.

What the actual fuck?