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Nash I caress her powerful legs, the tight curve of her ass. She does the same, running her palms down my pecs with an approving murmur. “So strong. Fighting suits you.” “King of the Beasts,” I say. “That’s what they call me in the ring.” “King,” her eyes light. “So that makes me your queen?” Catching the nape of her neck, I draw her down for a kiss. “Shhhh,” she goes quiet and listens and I hold still, my c**k still inside her. She relaxes and rocks against me. It’s not Nolan. “Momma radar,” she says with a little smile. “You get it at birth and wake up at the slightest noise every night for the rest of your life.” I consider this. Will I get some sort of similar dad ability? Or is it too late? Then she rocks against me and I lose all ability to think. “I told Nolan you’re his da