Nora’s POV

I took my hands off reluctantly, placing them on his lap.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my lips. “So, how was it?”

He shifted me so I was facing him while still sitting on his lap.

“What’s that?” I asked, pretending I didn’t understand.

“I meant the sex. Did you enjoy it?”

I blushed, my mind replaying the moment I’d been hanging there.

“I did. They all fucked me so well. You too—did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, I did. You know how much I love to fuck and—”

“So tell me,” I cut in, “what did my breast milk taste like? Did you like it?”...