Page 80 of Kicking Up Dust

“I’ve got to be honest with you, I don’t know that I’ll be able to do this many more times,” Blair says, pressing her forehead against mine as she closes her eyes and inhales through her nose.

My brows furrow, concerned. “We don’t have to⁠—”

“I want to,” she swears, eyes opening. She kisses the tip of my nose and I try very hard to feel manly about that and not blush or anything.

I reach between the two of us to line my cock up for her and then she takes over, resting all of her weight on her knees as she slides herself up and down on my cock.

“Attagirl, baby, nice and easy. Fuck, you feel so good. Like fucking Heaven,” I mumble, looking up at her. The only bad thing about her riding me is it makes it hard to kiss her while she does, now that she’s in her last trimester.

Instead, I watch the way her breasts bounce as she rides me. They’ve been getting fuller and fuller throughout her time here, and I’m honestly becoming even more obsessed with them by the day.

“You’re sure I can’t suck on them anymore?”

She laughs, moving her hands from my shoulders to the top of the headboard to press a bit closer to me. It’s just a tease though, because she replies, “I’m positive. You can give it another go two weeks after I give birth, if you’d like to, but that’s at your own risk.”

I mouth along her collarbones, my hands roaming up and down her thighs, across her back and her ass, my fingers digging into her cheeks.

“I’m so fucking obsessed with you, Blair,” I tell her huskily and she just hums.

I love that. I love that she knows. She’s shy and unsure about her place with everyone else, but not with me. Not anymore.

When she gets tired of riding me, I plant my feet on the bed and fuck up into her instead, happy to finally be able to press my lips against hers and kiss her while we fuck. She doesn’t last much longer after that, thank god, and neither do I.

All of the anxiety and sadness from this morning melts away as I hold her afterward, pressing a kiss to her forehead while she dozes on my chest.

I have so much to live for.

I’m so happy.

Monday comes bright and early with several texts on my phone from my ex-whatever-she-was.

Austin

I told him you wouldn’t want him to treat you any differently, so if he does, let me know and I’ll deny him pussy for a while.

Austin

For what it’s worth, I’m so glad you’re still here.

Austin

Dickhead.

I snort out a laugh. That was probably the nicest Austin had ever been to me, so of course she had to end it with an insult.

Colt

Thanks, cunt waffle.

I get the middle finger emoji in return for my troubles and stash my phone in my pocket, kissing Blair on the forehead before I leave.

“Colt,” she mumbles right as I get to the door.

“Yeah, mama?”

She rolls over to my side of the bed now that it’s empty, dragging her monstrous pregnancy pillow along with her.

“Bring me some gummy bears at lunch, please.”