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Rather than reply, I hauled her closer and latched my mouth on her nipple through the material, tonguing the sensitive peak until she cried out softly and shifted on top of me, her wet pussy sliding seductively against my cock.
“Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
“Raise your arms.” She tucked her tongue at the corner of her mouth while I continued to minister to her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes, you do. You already are. Fucking look at you.”
She laughed throatily as I gripped the headboard to make it easier for her. “Fucking look at you,” she shot back, dropping her gaze to my overeager cock already trying to force its way inside her. Just the feel of her dripping on me was enough to give my dick ideas of its own.
“I once considered myself a semi-enlightened man. But looking at you like that,” I curled my fingers into fists as she rose to wrap the tie around my wrists, “I’m half tempted to keep you permanently pregnant and wearing my clothes.”
“Big talk from a man who’s tied up and at my mercy.” She sat back, looking pretty damn pleased with herself. “Besides, we only have two spare bedrooms.”
I had to laugh despite the pressure building in my groin. No matter what, she always put me in my place.
Right by her side. Never on top or below—or if I was, not for long. And I could rest assured she would swap with me at the first opportunity.
“Always pragmatic, my princess.”
“Mmm-hmm. We’re growing a business. You’ll have to content yourself with your daughter for a while there, caveman. Once she’s out, it’s birth control central for us.” She shifted back on top of me, leaning forward so that the panels of my shirt opened and put her breasts dangerously close to my mouth. “Though I’m happy to roleplay you knocking me up anytime you want.”
“I’m more than happy with you and our daughter.” I angled closer so that I could nip the side of her breast. “But how about roleplaying my wife?”
Minus the roleplay.
She jolted, going still as my teeth and lips pleasured her breast. I nosed the material out of my way and sucked on her nipple, pulling gently as she moaned and laced her fingers in my hair. “Soon,” she said.
She had no idea how soon.
We’d discussed getting married right before the baby was born, and right after, and six months later once Sage had lost the baby weight. I thought she looked perfect right now. The leap I’d taken in setting this up might backfire spectacularly on me, and if that was the case, I’d accept responsibility.
But if it paid off, she’d be my wife before we were on the plane back home.
She s
himmied down my body, leaving hot, wet kisses on my skin as she went. Her shimmy was more wobble than glide due to her belly, but I couldn’t have been more aroused. Her beauty was only enhanced by her pregnancy. She glowed, and she was full and ripe and sexy as hell. I hadn’t been kidding about wanting to keep her pregnant. Knowing she carried a life we’d made inside her turned me on in a primitive way I didn’t completely understand.
Her mouth slid over the tip of my erection, dropping down to enfold my length. She’d learned so much about pleasing me since the last time we were here. Not that she hadn’t been absolutely perfect that first night. Just thinking about her erotic innocence combined with the wet suction currently wrapped around my dick was enough to have my hips flexing as I dug my short nails futilely into my palms. I wanted to fist her hair and lightly squeeze her swollen tits while I fed her my cock one inch at a time.
But she was in charge, and I was her willing victim.
“Inside you,” I gritted as she toyed with my sac, drawing her pale pink nails around the sensitive flesh. Torturing me. “I want to fill up your pussy, not your throat. Not cover your pretty tits. Not today.”
Even with her mouth still stretched around my dick, she smiled, humming in her throat so that I raised my hips off the bed. Vixen. She’d tricked me into talking dirty despite myself.
“Is that so?” She worked her hand up and down my shaft, using her saliva to slicken her strokes. Her teeth grazed gently over the head of my cock and I hissed, shutting my eyes when she kissed the tip to soothe the sting. “Maybe if you say it again, I’ll oblige you.”
“Playing with fire, princess.”
Her lips sank down around me, her witchy green eyes meeting mine as she took my cock. She squeezed in time with her sucking and I couldn’t help twisting my wrists until the tie strained against her knot. It would be so easy to pull free and drag her where I wanted her, but I wouldn’t ruin her game.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, but she didn’t stop her torment. If anything, she drew on me harder while I craned my neck and tried to see the readout. Fuck, what time was it? We didn’t have much left at all before we had to be downstairs. But I needed her pussy, desperately. There was no way I could make it through being married by fake Elvis with a hard-on. A man could only suffer through so many indignities in one day.
“Get on top of me,” I commanded, low and harsh. “Use that pussy for what it’s meant for.”
It was a little over the top, and I half expected her to slap me, not sit on me, but her eyes popped wide and she released me at once. Her thumb slicked over the head of my dick before she straddled me, rubbing her soaked slit up and down.
