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My stomach bottoms out as heat pools between my thighs.
I can’t seem to stop myself from sitting on the bed and spreading wider. He leans me back slightly and I prop myself up on my elbows. He lowers his head, his eyes on mine the whole way until he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh. He kisses the other one, scraping his teeth as I convulse at the sharp pleasure. He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them just so. When his tongue flicks my clit, my head falls back on a long, low groan.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear how badly you’ve needed me.”
But his words shoot right past the mark and hit something far softer and more vulnerable. He keeps fucking me with his fingers and starts sucking on my clit as everything I’ve felt about him over the past two weeks comes crashing down. Now I have him, and he’s giving me this pleasure that I’ve needed, but it’s not enough.
“More,” I say.
“Tell me, ask nicely,” he teases, scraping his teeth on my clit.
I convulse under him and feel my legs start to shake. “Please give me more,” I moan, as it twists into a sob.
“I can’t hear you.” He blows on my clit as the pressure builds and tightens inside around his fingers.
“I need more, now! Please! Harder!”
He adds a finger and I groan around him as he keeps up the same demanding pace while alternately sucking, licking, and running his teeth against my clit. I feel myself tightening around his fingers, and he groans against me.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my face. I want to be tasting you for days.”
His filthy words are enough to catapult me over the edge. I arch back as my hips buck against his hand, his mouth, his tongue, everything hot and slick and far too intense. He fingers me through the waves of my orgasm as I feel the dam burst around me. By the time the orgasm has waned and he’s pulled his fingers from me, licking them clean, I’m sobbing.
He sits on the bed next to me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him, whispering that it’ll be okay, that he’s sorry, that he’s here.
But it’s not enough. I can’t get enough. I pull at his shirt, taking it off. Then I work at his jeans. He helps me out of my sweater, then my bra, and then he lifts the blankets on my bed and helps me underneath. He helps me onto my side and he slips behind me, his erection nudging at my ass.
I reach for him, but he clasps my wrist, stopping me.
“You’re crying.”
“I need you,” I whisper, unable to stop the flow of emotions. “I just need you. I need you inside me.” I keep whispering it, and after another moment, he relents.
He lifts my leg and notches himself at my entrance. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he says. Then he pushes inside, and it’s too much and not enough.
“More,” I say, arching to give him a better angle.
He squeezes my hip for leverage and slams into me as he sucks on my neck. His grunt mixes with my keen, which only makes me wetter. It’s hard and it’s deep and still not enough.
“More,” I say, louder this time.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.
“It’s too late for that,” I whisper.
He stops. Stays where he is, completely still inside me. He presses his nose into the crook of my neck. He takes a deep breath. “Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice a note darker. More dangerous. “What do you need, princess?” My pussy clenches around him.
“Fuck me like you own me,” I whisper.
He pulses inside of me. “Hands and knees.”
I don’t have to be told twice. He pulls out and helps me onto my hands and knees. Then he gets behind me, wrapping his hand in my hair, pulling it tight. Without warning, he thrusts inside me in one deep, hard stroke.
I groan. It’s low and wild and I have no control over it. His hand connects with my ass, a hard and quick slap, and then he thrusts into me again. He sets a punishing pace, and it’s still not enough. Between the sex and the pregnancy, I’m so wet we can hear the squelching sound every time he pumps into me. It’s only accented by the smack of his hand on my ass, my moans, his grunts, and the dirty words he spews, encouraging me to take his cock deeper and deeper.
Then everything tightens, tenses, and it’s as if the world disappears. I can’t hear anything, and everything turns to white light around us as my climax cracks the world wide open. I feel him move faster and harder as I push back into him. He extends, stiffens, and explodes inside me.
We stay like that for a long time, catching our breath, my head against my arms, his cheek against my back. When he finally pulls out, I can feel the wetness spill down my legs. He leaves the room, and is back quickly, cleaning me with a warm cloth.
