I want more of those contented smiles.
What I really want is more of her.
I rise to my feet and strip off my clothes. My cock springs free, standing at attention. I’m so damn hard from making her come and hearing my name on her lips. She scoots toward the edge of the bed until my erection bobs inches from her mouth. Her gaze locks on mine as her tongue darts out to lick the bulbous head. I hiss out a breath when her mouth closes around the crown, drawing it inside. The need to touch her spirals through me, and I thread my fingers through the silky strands of her hair. It’s not to hold her in place but to ground myself in this moment.
The way her gaze stays locked on mine as she takes me to the back of her throat is my complete undoing. There’s nothing sexier than watching my hard length disappear between her pouty lips.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to lose control, and that’s not how I want this to end. I want to be buried deep inside your pussy when I finally come.”
She gives me one last suck, hollowing her cheeks, which only forces me closer to the precipice. It wouldn’t take much to shove me right over the edge.
Kia releases me before rolling onto her back and stretching her arms above her head. I stop, allowing my gaze to rove over her gorgeous body. From the way her blonde hair is spread out around her like a halo to the hard points of her breasts that beg for my attention. I can’t wait to see all the miraculous ways her body changes. I want to help her through this pregnancy and make sure she’s taken care of.
“Are you ready for me, Kitten?”
“More than ready.”
“Good, because I can’t wait to slide inside you. I want to feel you wrapped around me, squeezing me tight. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock when I finally come inside you for the first time.”
I settle on top of her, propping myself up on my elbows, careful not to crush her with my weight. With the way I’m feeling, it’s entirely possible the tip of my dick might explode before I’m all the way inside her. The realization that I’m finally going to claim this woman sends every primitive instinct I have hurtling to the surface. I’ve never wanted to bury myself inside someone more than I do at this very moment.
As I press forward, her gaze holds mine, as if we’re the only two people in the world. The head of my erection is nestled at her entrance. For just a moment, I hold still. It’s exquisite torture. It’s only when she widens her legs, tilting her pelvis toward me, that the tip slides inside. I hiss out a breath as warmth surrounds me. I’m barely inside her pussy and already, it’s so damn good.
Fuck, but she’s so tight.
And hot.
It’s like being wrapped in decadent velvet.
My dick slides in and out as I tease her entrance. Each pass goes just a bit deeper. She’s so damn slick. It takes effort to hold back when all I want to do is bury myself to the hilt and stay there for days.
Maybe forever.
“Please, I need more,” she whimpers, shifting beneath me.
“Okay, Kitten,” I whisper in her ear. “I’ll give you exactly what you’re begging so prettily for.”
She arches, trying to draw me farther inside.
Her pussy is pure nirvana. A velvety fist that clutches the tip of my shaft. I can’t wait to feel all of her pulsing around me, squeezing me until I explode.
My teeth are gritted as I continue using short, shallow strokes until my cock is fully coated with her cream. When she cries out, I thrust, and her inner muscles pulse around my thick length.
I’m only able to stroke in and out a few more times before spilling inside her. Her name is a chant on my lips as her arms tighten around me, holding me close.
Never in my life have I come so hard.
Afterward, Kia curls up against me with an ease that only reconfirms that we’re both on the same page. Her head settles on my chest, as if it’s always belonged there. Her fingertips drift over my hand, tracing the ring she slipped on me this morning. The intimacy of the gesture has my throat constricting.
With my arm wrapped around her, I tug her closer until she’s pressed tightly to my side. For the first time in years, control doesn’t feel like something I need to clutch in a white-knuckled grip to keep everything from falling apart. It feels like something I can finally set down because she’s here, meeting me exactly where I am, accepting what I have to offer without hesitation or asking me to be anything other than who I am.
“You’re mine now,” I murmur, brushing a kiss against her hair. “In every way that matters.”
She tilts her face just enough to look up at me, her gaze steady on mine. “I already was.”
Contentment washes over me, and it has everything to do with the woman in my arms.
Tomorrow will bring questions. Speculation and scrutiny, headlines and whispers. And looming over it all is the custody hearing. The one that will determine how I ultimately get to parent my child.
