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I grab her hips, helping her keep balance as I encourage her to pick up speed. She moans louder as our bodies work together, I reach one hand over her breast, playing with her nipple as she moans louder, closing her eyes as she gets ready for her release. I close my eyes as I feel mine coming too, letting it take over me when suddenly I gasp as she bites down into my neck, marking me.

O hold on to her, "You look so beautiful Ella, i can feel your tummy, i even thought i heard some movement." She takes my hand and places it on her stomach, i take the plunge and instead of just placing my hand on top of the towel i find my way to her stomach, she freezes again under my touch and tries to pull away, but the kicks in her belly make her stop. I have never felt something so amazing, it's like the babies were playing football in there, she let me hold still close to two minutes.

He raises an eyebrow at us, challenging. “I could get Poppy if I wanted,” he states. “Get me to do what?” Poppy suddenly steps into the living room wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, her long auburn hair tied into a ponytail, with her glasses on, looking like the cutest thing on the planet. Her infectious energy can be felt as soon as she walks in, looking at us with an amused look on her face.

One of the pieces of advice Poppy gave me was to play some music or a podcast through your headphones while feeding, because it can be a long and boring process. But as of now I can't imagine ever feeling bored when she's in my arms. I get to stare at her for so long, notice tiny details about her, fantasize about her life and personality, and that's more interesting for me than any podcast around.

She wasn’t sure she like Fiona anymore. “No. I cannot.” Poppy crossed her arms and pouted. “Has he knotted ye yet?” Fiona ignored her pout and continued. “I have no idea what that is.” Poppy snapped. She looked at the clock. Malcom said she had to spend an hour each day with Fiona. It had been 15 minutes. 45 more to go.

He instinctively shot his hands forward to steady me on my feet and accidentally grabbed my boobs. Both of us fell into sudden, awkward silence. This was the first time I had my boobs grabbed by a guy ever since I'd been born. I was stupefied. I didn't even manage to snap back to my senses when Austin subconsciously kneaded them a few more times. "I-I didn't mean to… It was an accident. Get up, please," Austin said, looking embarrassed as well. After he helped me stand properly, he awkwardly scratched the back of his head and said, "I'm sorry. I usually play basketball, so I might have grabbed you a little too hard. Did I hurt your boobs?"

I was desperate, and desperate women do desperate things. The door was bolted, but not locked. I slid the bolt aside, pushed it open, and stepped into a room that made my eyes go wide. It was Emerson's playground. A bed the size of a small country sat in the center dressed in black silk, and the walls around it were lined with more pleasure tools than I had seen in my entire life. Leather floggers hung in neat rows beside riding crops and wooden paddles. A rack of silicone cocks stood against one wall in every size and color imaginable, from slim and smooth to thick and veined with heads like small fists. Glass plugs and metal clamps rested in a velvet case. Coils of rope, a spreader bar, a

I was stuck here. (Flashback Ends) "So that was how toy came to this pack, wow," Issac said after I recounted my story. I simply smiled and ruffled his hair. "Nina! Isaac!" Someone called our. Not just someone, Blossom. She was the only one that came in her unannounced like that. "Blossom!" Issac called excitedly as he rushed to hug her. "Hello, little boy," she teased him "I am not little," he pouted. "Thank you for the food,"

Lustre’s POV I gasped playfully as Alpha Fleki’s hand landed on my ass while I’d bent over to pick my beaded scrunchy that’d landed on the floor because I’d been laughing so hard at the fact that I’d outdone him in sit ups in the training session we’d just returned from. “You’re such a sore loser, you know that?” I laughed again while I pulled my hair back into a ponytail with my scrunchy. I rose to my feet but before I could take a step away from him, he pulled me to himself and I landed on his laps.

That feels so good. She leaned down, her lips closing in on mine. I held a breath and my eyes slid shut. But she didn't kiss me, her lips didn't even touch mine. I opened my eyes again and saw that she had moved ahead, her lips now almost touching the shell of my ear. "The problem with most people, like you, is that they play the game. I prefer playing the player," she whispered and then pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips and a fiery look in her eyes.