Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Jack

I took Hana’s hand as we exited the doctor’s office. I was afraid to admit how excited I was, only because we weren’t 100% sure if Hana was pregnant with my baby or with Michael’s. I didn’t want to think about that, though. I wanted to take care of my pregnant wife, even if only for another week. I would have preferred her to have this baby, for it to be mine. I didn’t know how much I actually wanted it until I saw that tiny little flicker on the screen. We would be starting a family, something I’d always wanted. I wanted to make a better life for this child of mine. I kept imagining how we would take family walks around Williamsburg, how we’d take our little one to the park, out to restaurants and show her off to our friends and strangers on the street. She would have Hana’s beautiful smile, along with the Maynor dimples and lips. I hoped she would have Hana’s cheekbones, her eyes, and her kindness. If it was a boy? I would make sure he was a hell of a lot better than me. Perhaps he would want to be a drummer like his dad. Or maybe he would be a writer like Hana. The possibilities were endless for this child of ours.

Hana was quiet on the way home. When I showed her the picture of our little bean in her womb, she broke down crying again. I couldn’t tell if they were happy or sad tears. I didn’t want to know the answer, so I didn’t ask. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if they were sad tears. I needed Hana to be happy. I needed to make her happy.

But I still had work to do. Oh, this would be so fun. Just the thought of sending Michael the sex video of me and Hana made me giddy. Bragging to him about getting Hana pregnant would be even more amazing—once we confirmed it was mine.

I kept getting hard as I edited the video, watching Hana get pounded by me and really, truly liking it. God, she was so fucking sexy. Her tits bounced on the screen while I fucked her ass—I was about to come just from watching it. I wanted to go and take her right then and there, but she was napping and I figured she needed the rest. I could give her another pounding later when she woke up. I knew I would be ready to fuck her right after I hit send on the anonymous email to Michael, as if he wouldn’t know it was from me. A little mystery made it more fun.

I spliced together the final clips from both angles as the sun started to set. I saved it and then hit send. The video was almost thirty minutes long. I anxiously awaited an angry call or email back from Michael. I was about to fucking burst, so I eagerly went into our bedroom where I found Hana still sleeping peacefully on her side. Her bare ass looked perfect as I quietly stepped into the room. I stood next to the bed and unzipped my jeans. My dick had been hard for so long that I was afraid to even touch it—I knew I would come quickly. I carefully took off my jeans then my boxer briefs and lay down on the bed next to Hana. She stirred a little as I put my arm over her waist, but I waited until I could hear her breathing even out again. I couldn’t help myself any longer; my dick on her bare ass cheek threw me over the edge. I let go of her waist and took my dick in my hand after I spit into it, lubing myself up before I positioned myself perfectly next to her beautiful, warm pussy and quickly thrust myself into her. Hana woke up immediately, and my dirty little slut wife backed her hips against me, her sweet fucking moans coming out of her mouth.

“Jack,” she moaned, her hands fisting her pillow.

“I’m going to make you come, sweetheart. Remember our little bet?” I reminded her, whispering into her ear.

More moans. “Yes, baby.”

I pounded her harder and deeper, making her scream, before I turned her to her stomach and straddled her, still fucking her. I stuck my finger in her mouth, and she instinctively started to suck.

“You fucking whore. Always wanting to suck and get fucked,” I teased then took my finger and put it in her ass.

“Oh fuck, Jack,” she moaned, grinding between me and the mattress underneath her.

“Now come for me,” I ordered, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

She moaned immediately, her orgasm making her pussy clench around my dick, her asshole tight, and oh, fuck—I was coming as well.

I slowed my hips as I emptied myself inside of Hana, her moans lingering as she continued to grind gently against the mattress.

I started to chuckle as I unclenched my fist, the mixture of her wet pussy and my seed inside of her making me horny all over again.

“I want to fuck you all night long, Mrs. Hana Maynor,” I started, gently kissing her shoulder. “But I need you to suck me clean first.”