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“Don’t rush me,” he growled low, his tongue flicking her nipple. It set a wildfire of heat across her skin. “You’ve finally come out of your morning sickness. I will take my time.”
With every touch, every whisper, and every shared breath, their connection strengthened. Their bond was more than attraction or marital bliss. It was deep, implicit trust—a trust that wasn’t going anywhere.
The heat changed—sharpening to cold. Ice cold.
“Ahh!” Her back arched as a chill skated over the spot his hot breath had been. The tantalizing sensation amplified as he teased her—hot, then cold, then scorching. Then… “Chocolate?” she asked.
The sweet scent was faint at first, but stronger now as she lay blindfolded, her other senses kicking into overdrive.
The cold brushed her lips, the sweet taste melting on her tongue. Alex’s homemade ice cream—Dark Chocolate Obsession—slid down her throat, erupting in a moan. “Mmm…”
“Mmmis right….” His finger trailed down her body as rough, stubbled kisses seduced her neck. “You’ve been a bad girl, Mrs. Drake. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Of course, he noticed. Eagle-eye Alex noticed everything. Which was exactly why Madison passed on the delectable after-dinner dessert.
After all, she was pregnant…and carrying twins. Weight gain came with the territory. But between her curvier hips and ever expanding waistline—and don’t even get me started on my ballooning butt size—skipping desserts was a natural reaction. Wasn’t it?
Her husband fed her another spoonful. It danced along her tastebuds as it slid down her throat, the heavenly taste…orgasmic.
“Are you wet?” he asked.
Madison panted, absorbing every sensation of him—his lips at her ear, the scorch of his finger as it teased and circled her swollen clit. She pictured it—her panties tainted with a flood of need, and Alex’s stare dark and intense. “Yes,” she breathed.
The blade didn’t make its way to her panties. He tore them off instead, a hasty move that meant he was every bit as impatient and aching as she was.
A slice of cold dropped along her slick entrance—a drop of ice cream quickly chased by his tongue. Ravenous, he lapped up the swirl of her flavors with his homemade cream. She bucked against him, riding the delicious wave of his stubble on her thighs, mouth at her lips, and tongue forcing its way deep inside.
This was what Alex Drake was made for. If her body could take it, he’d eat her out for days. And he wasn’t just indulging her—he loved it. Spreading her wide and eating her out was his Olympic sport of choice.
And he’s not just good at it. He’s the gold medalist.
The moment he sucked her sensitive clit into his mouth, her body flared, white-hot, shuddering as the freight-train of a climax hit her hard.
Dizzy and left gasping for air, she watched as he moved his thick, meaty cock into position, gliding along the same trail his tongue had been. And God, he felt good.
“Say it,” he said low. “Say you’ll eat all the dessert you want.”
Madison bit her lip, then smiled. “I’ll eat all the dessert I want.”
The head of his dick barely breaching the surface, a hand kneading her ass as he rolled her on her side. She was wide open now. Helpless. “Now, tell me to fuck your sweet pussy.”
A naughty smile licked her lips. “No,” she whimpered, defiant.
The crack hit her ass, the sting electric. “Say. It.” His words were a command—deep and dark. He kissed her—the taste of chocolate swirled with her honey danced along their tongues.
Her hips moved without permission. Another spank slapped her butt as his teeth tugged one nipple before sucking hard. Pain commingled with pleasure—a seductive torture she could only endure for so long.
Her mind melted in submission. “Fuck me,” she breathed. “Fuck my sweet pussy, Alex.”
It was all he needed. He shoved in, hard and deep in one magnificent thrust. Most times, he rocked slowly at first, letting her body acclimate to his size. But not now.
Now he was spreading every inch of her at once—driving home, hard and possessed—his instincts set to fuck, his body, barely in control.
It took them time to understand how much she could take in her condition. If anything, he was always overly cautious. But now, he was the most unforgiving he’d been. The most unleashed—forcing her body to take all of him.
“Safeword?” he uttered, his rhythm strong. Alex wasn’t asking if she knew it—it was hard to forgetkumquat. He was asking if she needed it.
Instead of sayingyesorno, her mouth parted with, “More.”
