Page 59 of Kicking Up Dust

“You are. You’re humping your pillow when you’ve got a perfectly good cock here you could be using instead.”

He’s already stiffening up for her, ready to be called to the front lines.

“It’s late. I didn’t want to keep you up.”

I snort, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you,” I tell her, trailing another kiss along her shoulder. “Anytime you need attention, you tell me. I don’t care if it’s midnight or four in the morning, if I’m working or sleeping or anything in between.”

She swallows as I slip my hand under the waistband of her panties, thumbing the bottom swell of her stomach by her hip bone.

“I don’t think your brother would appreciate me interrupting you at work just to get laid.”

“Maddox has left work enough times in the last three weeks to get laid that he’d better not say a damn thing if my pregnant girlfriend wants my dick, but I’m not talking about my brother. I’m talking about you,” I tell her, slipping my hand lower. “Does my pretty girl want my cock, Blair?”

With a whine, she parts her legs enough to let go of the pillow and let my hand slip where she needs it the most. “Please.”

I snatch the pillow I love and hate so fucking much and throw it across the room—which is a feat because the thing is like, eight feet long. In the next second, I turn on the lamp on the nightstand and shove my boxer briefs down.

“Climb on,” I tell her, already tearing her panties down her thighs for her.

Blair uses my hand to keep her balance as she straddles my hips.

“Wait, come here, let me get you ready.” I use my hold to tug her closer, wanting to prep her with my tongue and fingers first. It’s been months since we fucked and no matter how horny she is, I imagine there will still be an ache associated with the stretch of taking me again.

She pulls her hand free and uses it to notch my cock against her wet pussy.

“Blair—oh, fuck.” Any argument I have disappears as her cunt wraps around the tip of my dick. My head falls back against the pillow. She’s so fucking wet and it’s been way too long since I got action from anything other than my right hand. “You should let me prep you first. It’s going to sting.”

Blair hums in acknowledgment, eyes fluttering closed and head falling back as she lowers herself, her hands flat on my abs now.

“I like the stretch,” she moans. “You’re so big.”

Meanwhile, I’m trying to rattle off the names of every person that lives in this town to stop myself from immediately coming. To be honest, it’s not looking good.

She has zero mercy on me, immediately trying to lift up again the moment her pussy meets my groin and my tip hits what I now know is called her cervix. I have to dig my fingers into her thighs to get her to be still.

“Please, baby. Give me just a second.”

Blair takes advantage of her inability to lift up, leaning forward to kiss me instead and clenching her pussy around my cock as she does.

“Blair,” I practically fucking whimper against her lips. “I’m going to come if you keep this up. I’m barely holding on. It’s been too long and your pussy is too good.”

She grins maniacally as though the desperation in my eyes means fuck all to her.

“That’s what round two’s for,” she whispers, taking me back to that night in the hotel so many months ago.

Grabbing my hands off her thighs, she laces her fingers through mine and uses the hold as leverage to start moving. My fiancée looks like a fucking goddess. I have to call her that because girlfriend just isn’t enough for me anymore and honestly, fiancée isn’t either, but I know nothing’s going to scratch that itch until I can call her my wife.

She’s pregnant enough now that there’s no mistaking it anymore, her bump so cute and round as it protrudes from her tiny body. I watch my shaft disappear in her and reappear with every movement she makes, and get lost in the feeling of her using me for her pleasure, listening to her moans. She doesn’t have to be quiet now that we live alone in our own cabin, and she’s taking advantage of that.

“Don’t,” I warn her when she starts to up her pace. “Blair, I’m not fucking around. I’ll come. Especially with how sexy you look and sound right now.”

“You’re a smart boy, you’ll find another way to get me off,” she says, and I don’t know that I’ve ever been called smart before, but dammit if she isn’t right. I’ll make sure she comes. I just can’t promise she’ll come first this time, especially when she lets go of my hands to brace hers on my thighs, leaning back and giving me an even better view of my cock sliding in and out of her.

“Fuck, baby, lean forward instead. Let me have your tits.”

She shakes her head. “They’re too sensitive. This feels incredible,” she whimpers.