Page 69 of Bless My Heart

I move my hand to her waistband and make my way down to her pussy. I run my finger down her center until I can insert it inside her. She’s wet for me, but I’m not surprised. My girl is always ready for me.

I pump my finger a few times before making my way back up to her swollen clit. I apply pressure and move in circles. She moves her hips against me, which is her sign that it feels good. She’s never shy about going after what she needs from me, and damn if it doesn’t make my cock harder.

I pry my lips from hers and move to the sensitive part of her neck. I kiss and suck just where she likes it. Her head falls back in euphoria.

“You’re so sexy like this, baby. Taking what you want from me. I’d give you the whole fucking world just to see you come undone on my fingers.”

“Wes,” she moans.

“You going to come for me, Hazel? You going to make me the happiest man alive?” She pushes her groin harder into my hand, and her legs shake against mine.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my hand. Claim me as yours.” She falls into her orgasm and grabs for my shirt, pulling me closer to her. I wrap my arm around her, steadying her as she rides it out.

When her hips stop moving, I take my hand out of her pants and stand her up.

“Take off your clothes.” She doesn’t hesitate and quickly steps out of her pants. Her shirt comes off, exposing her tits, which seem to have doubled in size since the last time I saw her. I cup them, massaging gently, loving how they overflow in my hands. Hazel moans, making me think these babies are extra sensitive right now. I make a mental note to make the most out of that sensitivity over the next few months.

I tug my shirt off and slip out of my pants before sitting back on the couch and taking my cock in my hand. I pump it a few times even though I’m already hard as a rock.

“Come here,” I tell Hazel. She walks forward until she is right in front of me. I put my hands on her hips and guide her to straddle my waist.

I line my cock up with her entrance and watch as she sits down, closing the distance between us. She sinks down until I’m filling her up. I give her a chance to adjust while I wrap my hands around her, grabbing her ass. She lets out a hiss, and I grab her lip between my teeth.

“Ride me, Hazel. Take what you want from me.” She lifts herself up before coming back down, filling herself again. She repeats the movement over and over again, and I can’t break my gaze from where our bodies join. It’s a fucking sight, watching her ride my cock. Normally, I would throw my head back and just enjoy the feeling, but I can’t stop watching her. The way her hips move, rubbing her clit on my stomach and coming back up. The way her tits bounce right in my face when she sinks onto me. The way her eyes roll back each time my cock goes a little deeper.

I can tell when she gets tired because her pace slows a bit. I support the back of her head and flip her onto her back on the couch. I waste no time getting back between her legs, pumping harder and faster.

I need to come insider her. I need her to know that she’s mine. This thing between us is real, and nothing and no one will ever match what we have together.

Her pussy clamps down around my cock as her orgasm rolls through her. I push my hips into her a few more times until, on my final thrust, her pussy milks me, taking every last drop of my cum.

I slowly pull out and watch as my cum drips out. This pussy is mine. This woman is mine.

I look down at Hazel, and she meets my gaze. I run my fingers through her hair.

“I love you, Hazel.” I’ve never said that to a woman before, and I’m kinda shocked it came so easily out of my mouth. But it’s one hundred percent the truth. Hazel has my heart. She has since the day I met her, and she’ll have it until the day I die.

“I love you too, Wes.” She smiles up at me, looking almost relieved.

“Always?” I ask.

“Always.”

I lean down, sealing our promises with a kiss.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

HAZEL

Wes and I decide to spend Christmas apart, which kind of sucks, but I thought he needed to tell his parents about the baby and me on his own. I don’t want them to feel awkward with me sitting right there.

Wes calls me afterward and tells me they’re disappointed this messes up his graduation, but they’re excited about their first grandchild. He also says his mother wants to come down to meet me, and she would love to come to my baby shower.

I haven’t even thought about having a baby shower with everything going on. I tell Wes that I’m not sure I want one, but he says I deserve to be showered like a queen.

This man.

I swear he always knows what to say to boost my confidence.