tiny mouth had done
earlier. Their bodies slapped together where they were joined, his balls
connecting with her rosy butt hole with each thrust.
He reached a hand between them and separated the skin hiding her
rejuvenated clit, exposing it to his pelvis. She grunted below him with the
force of his penetration.
Bri screamed, indicating her orgasm. Cole groaned and buried his
cock as far as it would go, her climax triggering his own. His semen shot
deep into her womb, an experience he’d never felt. Just the thought that
his boys could, even now as he collapsed on top of Bri, be swimming to
meet her developing egg, made his cock twitch.
Their sweaty bodies stuck together as they lay heaving in a pile on
the bed. His penis was still embedded in her body, a place he would be
content staying in. Only the wheezy breath emanating from Bri’s lungs
made Cole move.
He pulled from her body, careful not to hurt her anymore, and felt
deprived of her body’s heat. He rolled to the side and off the bed. In the
bathroom he found her discarded jeans and the inhaler in her pocket.
Back at her side, he held it to her lips as she lay nearly asleep, still
wheezing.
“Come on, Bri.” He wiped a sweaty lock of hair from her face.
“Breathe for me, baby.” She did, though not deeply enough for his liking.
Damn it! He’d intended on waiting to take her until his doctor had
seen her, and now he’d caused this. He pressed the medicine down
again, delivering another dose, and this time Bri took in a bigger lungful.
She coughed as the medicine worked its magic.
Bri reached a small hand out to him and grasped his wrist. Her eyes
opened sleepily and she smiled.
“Thanks.” Her lids drooped and a second later she was sleeping, her
breathing less noisy.
Jesus. She was so fragile. He and Tyler would have to be gentle with
her until they got this asthma under control. He was afraid if they went
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too far with her, she would have an attack behind a gag and not be able
to tell them. It was possible both of them would be so enthralled with
what they were doing, they wouldn’t notice she was having trouble.
His other problem was she was as responsive as a rocket. He wanted
to suspend her in pleasured agony with tons of play and they wouldn’t be
able to do that if she shot off each time they touched her. He would have
to devise some kind of attack plan to keep her on edge and not over it.
Cole wet a washrag with warm water and set about cleaning her
thighs and between her legs, wiping away the evidence of his ownership.
She never stirred and he chuckled. For a woman who hardly spoke, she
sure could pack a wallop in the screaming-orgasm department. He
covered her body with the sheet he pulled from beneath her, hoping she
could get in an hour’s nap before the doctor arrived.
“So, young lady, I want you to get this preventative filled and take
one every night. Here are some samples to use until then.” The doctor
Cole had called handed Brianna a small box of pills he’d brought with
him and a prescription for more.
She listened as he explained a new round of treatment for her
asthma. The man was very nice and she liked him, despite the fact Cole
had been behind his visit.
Why couldn’t she just accept Cole’s generosity? He’d done more for
her today than her father ever had.
“Any serious attacks, you call me or get to the emergency room. I
heard quite a bit a wheezing when I listened to your lungs. Your father
ought to be shot,” he grumbled under his breath.
Brianna curved her lips into a half smile. It was good to know not
everyone thought Andrew Wyatt was a god, no matter how hard he
played at being one. She wondered what the doctor would say if she told
him the reason she was here in the first place was because Andrew
thought Cole could get her pregnant with a son. Now, not only did she
have one supporter, but two. Both the doctor and Cole seemed more
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earlier. Their bodies slapped together where they were joined, his balls
connecting with her rosy butt hole with each thrust.
He reached a hand between them and separated the skin hiding her
rejuvenated clit, exposing it to his pelvis. She grunted below him with the
force of his penetration.
Bri screamed, indicating her orgasm. Cole groaned and buried his
cock as far as it would go, her climax triggering his own. His semen shot
deep into her womb, an experience he’d never felt. Just the thought that
his boys could, even now as he collapsed on top of Bri, be swimming to
meet her developing egg, made his cock twitch.
Their sweaty bodies stuck together as they lay heaving in a pile on
the bed. His penis was still embedded in her body, a place he would be
content staying in. Only the wheezy breath emanating from Bri’s lungs
made Cole move.
He pulled from her body, careful not to hurt her anymore, and felt
deprived of her body’s heat. He rolled to the side and off the bed. In the
bathroom he found her discarded jeans and the inhaler in her pocket.
Back at her side, he held it to her lips as she lay nearly asleep, still
wheezing.
“Come on, Bri.” He wiped a sweaty lock of hair from her face.
“Breathe for me, baby.” She did, though not deeply enough for his liking.
Damn it! He’d intended on waiting to take her until his doctor had
seen her, and now he’d caused this. He pressed the medicine down
again, delivering another dose, and this time Bri took in a bigger lungful.
She coughed as the medicine worked its magic.
Bri reached a small hand out to him and grasped his wrist. Her eyes
opened sleepily and she smiled.
“Thanks.” Her lids drooped and a second later she was sleeping, her
breathing less noisy.
Jesus. She was so fragile. He and Tyler would have to be gentle with
her until they got this asthma under control. He was afraid if they went
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too far with her, she would have an attack behind a gag and not be able
to tell them. It was possible both of them would be so enthralled with
what they were doing, they wouldn’t notice she was having trouble.
His other problem was she was as responsive as a rocket. He wanted
to suspend her in pleasured agony with tons of play and they wouldn’t be
able to do that if she shot off each time they touched her. He would have
to devise some kind of attack plan to keep her on edge and not over it.
Cole wet a washrag with warm water and set about cleaning her
thighs and between her legs, wiping away the evidence of his ownership.
She never stirred and he chuckled. For a woman who hardly spoke, she
sure could pack a wallop in the screaming-orgasm department. He
covered her body with the sheet he pulled from beneath her, hoping she
could get in an hour’s nap before the doctor arrived.
“So, young lady, I want you to get this preventative filled and take
one every night. Here are some samples to use until then.” The doctor
Cole had called handed Brianna a small box of pills he’d brought with
him and a prescription for more.
She listened as he explained a new round of treatment for her
asthma. The man was very nice and she liked him, despite the fact Cole
had been behind his visit.
Why couldn’t she just accept Cole’s generosity? He’d done more for
her today than her father ever had.
“Any serious attacks, you call me or get to the emergency room. I
heard quite a bit a wheezing when I listened to your lungs. Your father
ought to be shot,” he grumbled under his breath.
Brianna curved her lips into a half smile. It was good to know not
everyone thought Andrew Wyatt was a god, no matter how hard he
played at being one. She wondered what the doctor would say if she told
him the reason she was here in the first place was because Andrew
thought Cole could get her pregnant with a son. Now, not only did she
have one supporter, but two. Both the doctor and Cole seemed more
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