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It's fucking hot.

Mac has never been the best when she's not in complete comfort and while she didn't bitch when she was embedded because she had a job to do, she's back on the island after having been in air conditioning for three days and she's annoyed. It's irrational, but nothing about pregnancy is rational, is it?

Jackson is next to her, which makes the bed that much warmer, and she huffs and comes out from under the sheet to lay on top of it completely naked. She fans herself ineffectually with her hand.

"Why does it have to be so goddamn hot?"

She's possibly whining more than a little.

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"Not jealous, no," he says, not pressing his mouth against her again, not yet, just breathing against her skin. "Because I know you're mine. Nothin' to be jealous of, right? They can look all they damn well please."

"Look but not touch," Mac says quietly. "Because I belong to you. Do they like what they see?"

"They seem very appreciative," he says, smirking at how into this she is, leaning forward and trailing his tongue against her.

Mac shivers a little. "Oh...oh fuck. They want to be where you are, don't they? Having me?"

"Of course they do," he says, hands on her thighs to keep them spread. "Darlin', anyone would want to be right here."

"You make me so happy," Mac whispers softly. "I'm happiest when I'm with you."

"Darlin', you say the sweetest things," he says, pressing his mouth against her again, sucking lightly. "Why don't you tell those nice folks what I'm doing to you right now? Describe how it makes you feel for them."

Mac whimpers a little. This is a little more exposed than she's comfortable with but she knows she can muddle through it.

"You're licking me and it makes me so fucking wet."

"Not as detailed as I'd like, darlin', but that's good," he says, nudging her forward on the table, lifting her ass a little.

"You need more?" she asks, voice cracking just a little. "How much more?"

"I want to know," he says, lifting his head and rubbing his thumb over slick skin,teasing her asshole, "how me doing this to you in front of people would make you feel."

"Embarrassed," Mac says softly. "Used and objectified."

"Good," he says, pressing more firmly against her. "Now beg for more."

"Put your cock in my ass, please?" she begs, hoping she has done a good enough job at that.

"You want my cock in your ass?" He asks, smirking. "My tongue not enough for you?"

"It's nice," Mac concedes. "But I really want your cock. Please?"

"Alright," he says, retrieving the lube that he'd slipped into his pocket for just this purpose. "Why don't you tell them what position you'd like to get fucked in?"

"From behind, pushed up against something?" Mac suggests, thinking that's the best way. "We can manage that, right?"

"That sounds good to me, darlin," he says, bending his head, pressing his tongue against her again. "And where is it that you want my cock?"

"Oh! In my ass," Mac says, gasping a little at the feel of his tongue. She's never going to get used to that no matter how many times he does it.

"Beg me for it," he prompts her, kissing and sucking, his hands tight on her hips to hold her. "Tell me how much you want it."

"I don't care if you fuck me in front of everyone here. I don't care if you let them all have a turn after you. Please, please fuck me," she begs, voice low and soft. "Please?"

"You don't care if I let them have a turn?" he asks, giving her one last kiss right there before he straightens up, standing up behind her. He rubs his hand over her ass, gives her a light slap. "What're you going to do for them?"

"Whatever you want me to do for them," Mac says quietly. "I'll let them fuck me. I'll suck their cocks."

It's never going to happen because there's not a situation that he'd let it happen, but that doesn't mean he likes talking about it in the abstract.

He slaps her again, just lightly. "What if they want to humiliate you too?"