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“I’m not laughing at you,” he tries to explain, but I know he finds this funny. Only, I don’t. “But I don’t know what I’m doing to annoy you.”
“You’re fucking breathing, that’s what you’re doing,” I say angrily and shake my head.
“If I could stop breathing, I would,” he says but just being nice makes me want to punch him in the face.
“Ugh, stop being so fucking nice,” I snarl through gritted teeth as I roll my eyes.
“Now I’m being too nice?” He raises his eyebrows. I can tell this amuses him.
“You’re fucking smiling again!” I stomp my foot and realize what a fucking joke this is.
“Mia, I don’t know what you want from me.” He throws his arms in the air in frustration.
I pace the room not knowing what I want. Although, that’s not exactly true. As much as he’s annoying me right now, I can’t stop the need for him to fuck me right now.
“What do you want?” Cash asks me again. He’s peering at me through dark lashes, his arms crossed over his chest, and he looks so fucking dangerous right now that my body aches for him. I can almost feel his hands on me, his fingers trailing up my thighs and his tongue running in between my folds.
“I want you to fuck me,” I bite out and he holds my stare. I can see the pulse in his neck quicken.
“You think I don’t want you?” He finally realizes why I’m so annoyed with him. He’s been so focused on the fact that I’m pregnant, he doesn’t realize that I’m still a woman.
He dips his hand inside of his pants pulling out his hard cock and strokes it, moving his hand from base to shaft. My eyes widen, focusing on the action. “Does this look like I don’t want you?” His voice is laced with lust, and I swallow hard.
“I would do anything for you,” he says, stalking towards me. “All you have to do is ask.” He captures my face in his hand and I look at him, embarrassed but also turned on. Why do I like it when he’s rough with me so much? “Tell me what you want.” He turns my head to the side so he can kiss my neck, and the feel of his tongue as he sucks makes me weak in the knees.
I whimper against him, barely able to speak. “I want you to fuck me,” I whisper, snaking my hand up to his neck and gripping his hair.
“Promise me no matter how big I get, you will still want to touch me,” I breathe against his ear, and goosebumps pebble his skin.
“Try and stop me,” he whispers against my neck.
I capture his lips in mine, opening my mouth and devouring him. As I press my body against him I feel his hard cock push against my panties, the friction exquisite.
“You don’t have to be gentle,” I tell him. “You’re not going to hurt me or the baby.” I need to be claimed by him in a way that is consuming.
“God, you are so fucking sexy.” His hands gather my dress and lift it over my head. I shake out of it and reach behind to unclasp my bra, not waiting for him to do it. His eyes are focused on my enlarged, hardened nipples. They are so sensitive, and when his mouth clamps down around it, I feel a tightening in my belly that causes a broken cry to escape my lips. He moves me further onto the table, pressing into me, and I lean back.
My fingernails dig into his skin, raking down his back as I moan into his mouth, capturing his lips again. He slowly pushes me back onto the table, gripping the sides of my panties and pulling them from my body. I shudder with anticipation.
“Let me do this for you.” He takes each leg and rests them on his shoulders as he lowers his head between my legs. His hands run along my thighs and grip my hips as his tongue runs between my seam. I shake and writhe as ripples of pleasure course through my body.
I can’t even think straight right now and my eyes roll into the back of my head. My heels dig into his back as I pull him further into me, rolling my hips with his cadence. “Fuck,” I whisper, “That feels so good.”
I arch my back and grab onto the edges of the table. My moans come out in short bursts that I can’t contain. “Ah…” I moan, feeling his hot breath against me causing shivers along my spine that curls my toes. It’s not just his mouth on me but his hands gripping and kneading me desperately that I can feel how much he wants me, and it is engrained into my bones.
My focus is on Cash, who is giving me everything. It doesn’t take me long to feel that slow build inside of me, the precision point of pleasure that radiates out and into my thighs making them shake uncontrollably. My belly quivers and quakes as I move closer to the edge. I can’t hold on much longer, my body no longer in my control. “Cash!” I call to him, desperation and need evident in my voice.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says to me, and rests the palm of his hand against my torso to ground me. I lean into the pleasure as the ripples of a tide explode into my bloodstream.
“Ah, Cash,” I call out his name into the empty space of the loft, the darkness swallowing it up like a hungry beast. My orgasm explodes around me and my whole body feels weak and limp as the endorphins race and ravage through me.
Cash pets and licks my throbbing clit, bringing me down. To extend the pleasure just a little bit longer, he rubs deep into my folds and I can feel my walls clench around his fingers.
When the last little bit of pleasure leaves my body, he gathers me to him and I rest my head against his shoulder. Every last drop of energy has been ripped from my body. While he strokes my hair, he murmurs something incoherent. All I can feel is the beating of my heart, and at this moment, it beats only for him.
“I love you,” I say before kissing him, realizing he gave everything he had to me and took nothing for himself.
“What about you?” I ask, pulling away enough so I can look into his eyes.
