Page 84 of Unruly

“Stop trying to turn this around on me, Catherine.”

She hummed a sweet sound. “But it’s working.”

She tried shifting on him again, to tease him a bit more, but Cross held her firmly in place. She couldn’t move a damn inch.

“Tell me how bad you want it, Catherine,” he murmured in her ear.

Fuck.

Well, she had a good run.

But his voice was enough to break any resolve she had.

“Tell me, Catty.”

“So bad, Cross. I want you so fucking bad.”

“Of course you do, my girl.”

“Arrogant pr—”

Catherine’s insult died on her lips when Cross’s fingers slid into her mouth. The hand on her thigh dipped between her legs. She sucked on his fingers while he slipped three under the gusset of her panties, and then deep into her pussy. One stroke, then two. The third came harder. The fourth, deeper. And on the fifth? He curled them hard into her G-spot.

Knowing, sure, determined thrusts.

One reason Catherine loved being pregnant?

Her body felt everything.

Every. Little. Damn. Thing.

She suddenly had nerves in places that never existed before. She could come faster, and harder, than before.

It was wonderful.

Another slide of his fingers inside her sex, and Catherine rocked her hips to match the beat. It wasn’t going to take long at all—she wasn’t going to last long.

Cross likely knew it.

And he probably knew exactly what she needed to help …

“Fuck those fingers, babe,” Cross urged in a husky murmur. “Get that pussy so wet it’s dripping down my hand. Come on, Catty. Give it to me.”

Yep.

“Cross. Oh, my God,” Catherine gasped. The first tendrils of an orgasm wrapped around her nerves. She didn’t even get the chance to take a full breath, and it was ravaging through her body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Up,” she heard him demand.

When Catherine didn’t move as fast as Cross wanted her to, he simply shoved her up to her feet, yanked her panties down her thighs, and bent her forward. His fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass as he buried his face into her cunt from behind. His tongue tunneled against her clit relentlessly. Again and again until she was a shaking mess once more. She couldn’t even catch her breath that time around, not that she really minded.

Catherine’s cries of Cross’s name bounced off the walls.

Her heart thundered.

Just as that second orgasm started to lift her back to heaven, he pulled away. Catherine didn’t have time to consider the loss of his mouth on her clit before she was yanked back into his lap. Already, he had his cock in his fist, and he pulled her into it.

She was already so wet between her thighs that sinking down on his length was nothing but bliss. Cross’s mouth was back at her ear, his lips drifting over the shell and leaving her wetness behind as his hips flexed upward. It forced his cock deeper into her pussy, and all Catherine could do was moan.