Repent (The Disciples 3)

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His gravelly voice brings my eyes to his in the mirror as his hands come around from behind me and rest on my tiny bump.

Leaning over, I spit and rinse holding onto the sink. Edge gave up his room at the clubhouse. We made a deal. I hate him staying here and since I’m nothing but honest nowadays, he happily says yes or no. Giving up the room was a yes.

Give and take… I’m so proud of us. We’re like a perfect couple.

His large, tan hands slide down my legs as he lifts my dress so that we can both stare at my small stomach. I’m four months pregnant, but I must be having the biggest baby in the world since I’m already showing.

“Look at you glow,” he growls in my ear, pulling me back against his hard chest. My cheeks heat with excitement.

The one thing fantastic about pregnancy is that my hormones make me need Edge all the time. Like I need him to get me off at least twice a day if not more. His tattooed hand slides to my right breast, which is swollen and sore. I moan, turning my head into his neck and inhale his cinnamon and smoke scent.

“Watch me.” His tongue slides down to suck on my neck.

I turn my head and weave my hands into his amazing hair. I have no shame. I want him to fuck me and I don’t care if it’s in Axel’s clean bathroom.

His hand jerks my breast out of my bra. Edge’s eyes look like blue fire as we both watch his thumb rub my nipple and it stands red and rock hard for him.

My breathing picks up and I watch, almost transfixed, as his other hand pulls my white lacy panties to the side exposing my waxed pussy.

“Spread your legs, baby,” he grunts into my ear, his eyes fixated on my cunt while his hands slowly rub my slick clit.

“That’s it. Wet and swollen.” He uses two fingers and doesn’t fuck around. Fast and hard, he rubs as I watch him.

“Edge,” I groan, my hands leaving his hair to latch on to his strong forearm.

“Yeah.” His breathing is getting harsh. He brings his fingers out and smears my slick juices on my cunt.

“Take my cock out,” he demands, his fingers sliding back to my clit as my brain makes my hands leave his arm and unzip his jeans, revealing his big, hard cock.

“Tell me how much you love it.”

My eyes meet his as my hands stroke his velvety erection. And I don’t hesitate. “I love your big, thick cock,” I hiss, my body trembling. I want to close my eyes and let his fingers take me to that place—my nirvana that’s his to grant me.

“Don’t you dare. You watch me own this cunt.” His dirty mouth does it as I fucking come, pulsing and clenching on his fingers.

“Grab the sink.” He leans me forward. “Fuck,” he groans and fills me up after one hard thrust.

“Hold on, baby.” He has to remind me since the pleasure is so exquisite I almost fall forward. He must not trust me because one arm wraps around me while he fucks me hard. In and out, he impales me. Already quivering, I’m ready to come again.

“I love you,” I scream as his hand, which was holding me, snakes down to my clit. His cock is hard, thick as he fucks me, and I never want it to end.

“I’m going to…” I can’t even get the word out because I’m seeing stars, black dots, as I convulse and pulse, bursting into wave after wave of pleasure.

“Fuck…” Edge grabs my hips for one more deep thrust and I see it in his eyes. They turn almost black as he stares at me, his body jerking. He holds still, his cock filling me up.

We stare at each other, our breathing almost echoing off the bathroom walls. Bit by bit, he pulls out. I turn so he can kiss me, and he whispers how much he loves me.

A loud kick causes me to throw my arms around Edge’s neck and scream, “What the fuck?”

The kicking at the door continues. “Auntie Dooollly, are you in there?”

I freeze. “Dolly, you’re ripping my neck open.” Edge reaches up to detach my nails from him.

“Holy shit. It’s James Dean,” I whisper.

He kicks the door again and it vibrates as if it’s unhappy about being so abused.

“Cover yourself up.” I reach for his wet cock and try to stuff it back into his jeans.

“The fuck—easy,” Edge hisses and grabs my hands.

“I hear you guys. Come out with your hands up,” he shouts then giggles. “Is that Uncle Edge?”

My eyes are huge and the thought that he might have heard us makes me want to lean over and puke again.