Page 186 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

He laid me back on the bed, his body covering mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down. His weight was perfect—grounding me, anchoring me, reminding me that I was alive.

His mouth moved from my lips to my jaw, down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He kissed the hollow of my throat, the curve of my collarbone, the swell of my breast.

When his mouth closed over my nipple, I cried out, my fingers tangling in his locs.

“Fuck, Yaya,” he groaned against my skin. “You taste so good.”

His hand slid down my stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of my silk shorts. His fingers found me wet and ready, and he groaned again, the sound vibrating through my chest.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Syx, please?—”

He hooked his fingers into my shorts and panties and pulled them down in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. I was completely bare beneath him now, exposed and aching.

He kissed his way down my body—my ribs, my stomach, the curve of my hip. When his mouth found the inside of my thigh, I trembled, my hands fisting in the sheets.

“Syx—”

“Let me taste you,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “Let me make you feel good.”

I nodded, unable to form words, and then his mouth was on me.

I cried out, my hips bucking off the bed as his tongue moved over me with devastating precision. He knew exactly what he was doing—exactly how to make me fall apart. His young ass was more experienced than I anticipated, and in that moment, I knew I fucked up.Shit.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him as he devoured me. His tongue circled my clit, then flicked over it, then sucked it into his mouth, and I was lost.

“Syx—oh, god! Syx?—”

He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me like lightning, white-hot and all-consuming. I screamed his name, my body convulsing, my hands gripping his locs so hard I was sure I was hurting him.

But he didn’t stop. He kept going, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I was trembling and gasping, begging him to stop.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was glistening, his eyes dark with hunger.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he said, his voice rough.

I reached for him, pulling him up to me and kissing him hard. I could taste myself on his lips, and it made me want him even more.

“I need you,” I whispered against his mouth. “I need you inside me.”

He groaned and pulled back just long enough to shove his sweatpants and boxers down. His dick sprang free, thick and hard and perfect.

I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly, and he hissed through his teeth.

“Yaya—fuck?—”

“I want you,” I said, my voice steady despite the trembling in my body. “I want all of you.”

He positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his dick pressing against my entrance. He looked down at me, his eyes searching mine.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.”

He pushed inside me slowly, inch by inch, and I gasped at the stretch, the fullness, the perfect ache of him filling me completely.