Page 44 of Kicking Up Dust

I nod with a sympathetic one myself, since it looks like I’m the only one who has pity for my pussy-eating plight.

“Jonesing hard,” I tell her, letting my hand creep up her thigh again. “You want to pretend you haven’t been jonesing for my dick, baby?”

Her nose scrunches. “Stop saying ‘jonesing,’ it’s getting weird.”

I slide my hand between her thighs and against the seam of her shorts, immediately burying my face against the sheets because she’s warm as fuck. She gasps when I press harder, the silk of her sleep shorts hiding nothing from me.

“Please, Blair?” I beg, kissing her arm just because it’s within reach. “Let me take care of you. Let me fucking worship you, baby.”

She shivers when I press another, open-mouthed kiss against her skin. “Most of your family is in this house.”

I grin, because I know I’ve got her.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to be quiet for me, won’t you, pretty girl?”

Blair bites her plush bottom lip and I think I’m going to starve to death if I don’t get a piece of her soon. I’d just about take anything she’d give me at this point.

“You really just wanna go down on me?” she asks, trepidation clear on her face.

I laugh. “Yeah, baby. I really, really fucking do.”

“I haven’t been able to shave for a while. It’s getting sort of… hard to see down there.”

“Fuck,” I groan as the thought of shaving her enters my mind. I don’t know why that’s so insanely erotic to think about. I’d originally thought it could just be something nice I did for her since she’s carrying my kid, but my horny brain quickly derailed it.

“I don’t care, Blair. Genuinely. You could tell me it’s a total jungle down there and I’d still be tying a hypothetical napkin around my neck.”

Blair giggles. “It’s not quite that bad.”

“Great. So…?”

She bites her bottom lip and then hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her sleep shorts.

“Just this once.”

“Sure,” I agree. It’s not going to be just this once.

She pulls her knees back to pull the shorts off her feet and I take advantage of the position by lowering myself beneath them, helping her find urgency in spreading her thighs once she tosses the shorts to the floor.

“Fuck, I missed this pretty pussy so goddamn much,” I breathe, spreading her with my thumbs.

“Colton, do not sniff me!” she reprimands, and honestly, I hadn’t even realized I was doing it, but the smell of her pussy is deep in my nostrils, so I must’ve.

“Sorry, sorry,” I tell her, though I’m not. I let my tongue make a more believable apology, straight up through her slit and around her clit before I suck it between my lips.

She moans deeply and then bites her bottom lip.

“Quiet, baby,” I remind her, knowing damn well she’s loud in bed. I remember the neighboring hotel room slapping their hand against our wall during round three all those months ago.

“You have no idea how good that feels,” she whimpers, leaning back against the pillows. The angle’s a bit difficult since lying completely on her back is uncomfortable for her now, but in the name of eating pussy, I can make anything work.

“I’ve barely gotten started.”

I suck on her clit some more, just because that makes her squeal the most and it entertains me how hard she’s trying to keep her sounds quiet, and then slip two fingers inside. Watching her pink cunt wrap around my tattooed digits makes my cock throb and I go ahead and resign him to the fact he’s not getting any tonight. He might be sad about the turn of events, but I most certainly am not, especially when Blair’s fingers twist in my hair.

“Colt,” she whimpers when I curl my fingers just right, and I moan against her, convinced there’s not a better sound in the world than hearing her breathy little voice say my name like that. I shift, rutting my hard cock against the bed to try and placate it.

“Yeah, mama? Feel good?” I ask her, using my thumb against her clit so I can press kisses to her thigh instead. Her breath hitches and I know she’s getting close already. She wasn’t kidding about how horny pregnancy’s been making her.