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Last year at this time, I would have been there with them.
Now, I'm finally home, and Harlow’s here, and there's nothing stopping us anymore.
Which means the minute the door is closed, my hands are on her. I can't help it. I have watched her body change and blossom. I've never seen a pregnant woman so beautiful, luscious, and I have months of pent-up yearning to make up for now.
“Let a girl put her purse down,” she laughs. I respond by pulling the strap from her shoulder and tossing the thing on the floor, then pulling her into my arms and claiming her mouth.
There’s scoring the winning goal in the championship, then there's this. The sudden rush of finally having what I've missed so deeply. I didn't know how necessary she was until I had to go without her. Sure, I’ve had her with me. She's never far away, especially now that I've essentially moved in. But the intimacyof sharing breath is next level. I'll never take a simple kiss for granted again.
“God, I love you,” I breathe once we come up for air. I'm trembling, almost overwhelmed by the sudden need to claim her.
“Hey, don't be greedy.” Soren's watching from the arm of the sofa, and I'm sure he's only half kidding.
“Did you win the game for us tonight? I didn't think so.” My hands haven't stopped moving over her body, and the way she melts against me only intensifies my hunger.
“What am I, the trophy?” she whispers while her hands run through my hair and set off a series of earthquakes in my core. I need her. I need her right now.
“I've never seen such a beautiful trophy.”
“There's never been a hornier trophy, either,” she admits, then cups my already rock-hard erection in one hand like she's trying to prove it. “I need somebody to make me come right here and now, or I'm going to die.”
Soren gets up and guides her to where he’d just been sitting, and she wastes no time bending over the sofa after pulling down her leggings and panties in one quick motion. It's not the most romantic lead-in, but I don't think any of us is looking for romance right now.
I'm already throbbing and dripping with excitement by the time I line myself up with her entrance. “Oh, yes, give it to me,” she moans, pushing back against me. She's already wet, so hot, and I'm not sure if I push into her or she takes me inside. Maybe both together.
“Oh, God! Fuck yes!” Right away she pushes against me, fucking herself on me, and at first I'm too amazed to do anything but watch as I disappear inside her again and again. Ryder and Soren take off their clothes, watching the way I am, and soon they're stroking themselves to the sight of our Harlow, our love, getting herself off. I don't mind being used. I actually sort of love it.
It doesn't take long before she's gripping me tighter, moving faster, determined to get her satisfaction. I reach out and take hold of her boobs—they’re so much bigger, fuller, and the way she yelps with relief leaves me playing with her nipples to heighten her pleasure. This is all about her. I want to get her off as many times as possible.
When she does get off, it's ear-splitting, world-shaking. I want to hold on, to keep fucking her through her orgasm, but there is no way I can do it. It's not like I haven't jerked off like it was my job, but there's still nothing like the sensation of being milked by her fluttering muscles while she sobs out her relief.
Somehow, I manage to pull out before filling her. I want everyone to get their turn before things get messy. I spill my cum on her ass, instead, while she whimpers in the aftermath of an enormous orgasm.
She's barely caught her breath before she lifts her head while I clean her skin. “Who's up next?” she asks in a breathless whisper that gets me twitching again, even this soon after coming. There's a fire in her eyes and a deep, endless need in her voice.
This is going to be a long night. I wouldn't have it any other way.
36
RYDER
Iwould wait until we get upstairs, but I can't. Not after all these months without her. Alone. At least they were here with her, even if they couldn't do anything physical. They could still feel her warmth and smell her sweet perfume. They got to watch her body change. I was only able to observe over the phone or during short visits.
In other words, I'm too desperate to wait. She's still on her knees, holding the arm of the couch, when I kneel on the floor behind her and bury my face in her pussy.
“Oh, my God!” She throws her head back before grinding against my face. “Oh, God, yes! Eat me. Make me come, baby.”
Holy shit. I love this new side of her. She was always eager, always in touch with her needs. She's never been shy about taking what she wants. But this? This is a whole other beast I’m pleasuring, and I am the lucky bastard who gets to reap the rewards.
“Here.” I look up in time to find Soren standing in front of her, cupping the back of her head in his hand so she can eagerly takehim into her mouth. His eyes almost rolled back in his head and he blurts out a laugh. “Damn. It was almost worth waiting for this.”
I return to my work, running my tongue through her folds, teasing her twitching entrance. Her juices are flowing and I'm the lucky one who gets to lick them up and savor every drop. She moans around Soren's dick, and his abs flex as he thrusts into her mouth. “Oh, yeah,” he moans, letting his head fall back while he fucks her face.
I turn my focus to her clit, sucking it between my lips and flicking the tip with my tongue. She goes wild, bucking her hips, and the fresh rush of her sweet nectar tells me she's coming again. I would normally stop but there's something special about tonight, something that keeps me going. Licking, sucking, while my hands run over her back and her hips, her thighs, her swollen stomach. There is something so erotic about this, deeper and hotter than anything I've ever experienced.
“You want to come again?” I whisper, invading her with two fingers and hooking them to massage her G-spot while she continues slurping on Soren's dick. “You think you can do that for me? Can you give me another one?” She moans in agreement and grinds her hips, chasing another one. There is so much lost time to make up for.
“Come on, baby,” Soren grunts, now holding her head with both hands and pumping almost frantically. “Come for me and I'll fill your throat. Would you like that? Do you want me to do that for you?” She moans again, high-pitched, needy, and his ecstatic groans blend with her muffled cries. Her muscles twitch and her body tenses before she goes limp, falling against the back of the couch with a deep sigh.
