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She lifted her hand, easing it carefully into the fabric, and cupped my balls, giving them a hard squeeze. The sensitivity burst with pain before giving way to pleasure as she maintained her grip.
“Jesus, fuck,” I muttered, my head falling back against the headrest. My eyes fluttered closed, but my hand kept up the furious pace while she laughed, sucked, and slurped.
Suddenly, it was too much as my balls tightened, and before I could warn her, ropes of cum shot into her, plastering the walls of her throat like I was trying to redecorate with my own branded wallpaper. With one last hard thrust, I buried her face into my hips and relaxed, completely spent.
I expected her to withdraw immediately, but she sucked gently a couple more times before slowly pulling back, rubbing her jaw with a laugh. “I can honestly say jaw pain has never felt this good.”
“I’ll pay for your TMJ therapy if you let me fuck your mouth like this every time, Sweetness.”
She smirked at me. “As you wish, Sir.”
TEN
SKYE
The delivery men carried the boxes of baby stuff into the room Cash had designated for the little one. I still hadn’t come up with a name, but I’d create a list on which I wanted to get Cash’s perspective.
Stepping forward, I reached for a box, only to pull my hand away quickly as a voice rumbled through the room. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Looking over my shoulder, Cash was standing there with heavily lidded eyes. “I thought I’d start unboxing and putting it away,” I said defensively, unable to stop the smile creeping on my face.
“Yeah, but you’re also eight months pregnant, so I don’t expect you to do the heavy lifting. That’s my job.”
“Is it? I thought you were a rock god.” I teased, walking over to him, unable to stop as I reached out and touched him. The pull between us was magnetic. I always needed to be next to him—one hand on him at all times.
“I get paid to make music, Skye. I live to take care of you,” he growled, sending a shiver down my spine and heat curling in my belly. We stood in a deadlock as he stared at me with a look that I was quickly associating with his insatiable desire for me.
Reaching out, I stroked my hand along the bulge in the front of his sweatpants, remembering how thick and long he’d been in my mouth earlier. My thighs clenched together with need. I couldn’t wait any longer. Fooling around was fun, but I needed him to fuck me like I needed air to breathe.
“I have a box you can unwrap.”
He smirked as he herded me into the room, walking me backward to the oversized rocking chair we’d picked out earlier today.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
“I thought I was the one giving the orders,” I said cheekily, fighting back a smile.
“I said, turn around,” he repeated gruffly, grabbing my waist and twisting me until I was facing the chair. He guided one leg onto it and then the other until I was kneeling on the cushion. “Brace yourself on the back.”
Anticipation rolled through my body, and a flood of desire pooled between my legs. He pushed my skirt over my ass, groaning at the sight of the lace panties that cupped it. I’d picked them out thinking of him this morning.
He reached out and slowly brushed a hand along the wet fabric. Teasingly sliding a finger under the seam, he tortured my lips with soft brushes. Then in stark contrast, he yanked the panties down my legs, freeing my sex to his heated gaze. There was a pause before a firm slap landed on my ass cheek, branding me with his handprint. Over my shoulder, I watched him lick his lips.
I shook my head. “Oh no. As good as you are with your mouth, it’s time I see what you can do with your cock.”
He chuckled and slid his hands under the dress, roving over my back and stomach until he cupped my sensitive breasts. “Trust me, you will, Sweetness.” And then, without warning, he entered me.
I didn’t even know when he had time to free himself from his pants, but he was there filling me. My back arched as I mewed like a cat. The action of his thrust forced the chair to rock, pulling me away from him before plunging his thickness back inside me. Everywhere he touched me felt like I was on fire, and another moan erupted from my throat. He was so big, so thick, for a fleeting moment, I worried he might hurt the baby. And then my mind blanked with pleasure as he stroked my insides once more.
“Oh, God, Cash. I’m so full.”
“You feel so good, Sweetness. Whose pussy is this?”
“It’s all yours …” I moaned, trying to find a way to brace myself and touch myself simultaneously. I needed to come, the ache between my legs reaching the breaking point. “It’s too much … Oh, god, please let me come …”
“In time,” he promised as he slowed his pace, letting the rocking chair do most of the work. As the franticness of our fucking slowed for a moment, I felt a pang of regret. I wished the baby was his. I wished this family we were building was one hundred percent ours. Without a doubt, Cash would love this child as if it were his own, but I wished it could be for his sake.
He suddenly ripped me from my thoughts as he turned me around, lifted me into his arms, and guided himself into me again. His arms throbbed under my legs as he bore the weight of me and my belly, guiding me along his shaft slowly. Our eyes remained locked as he brought his forehead to mine.
