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“Technically,” I gasped as he dragged two of my fingers back into his mouth. I worked my free hand down his side until I could massage him through his shorts. “That means I should be doing it…”
“Shh,” he whispered, pressing his finger to my lips then past it. I sucked at his finger almost greedily. I wanted to drench myself in the contact. “My birthday. Birthday boy gets what he wants—right?”
I would have said something, but he added a second finger to the first so I contented myself with a nod while swirling my tongue around them like they were his cock.
“Do you know what I want?” He nibbled a path of kisses along my jaw to my ear, alternately biting, then licking, then sucking gently, before moving on. When he reached my ear, I was melting. “I want you. I want to make you come. We have all evening and all night and all day tomorrow. Bubba promised that you didn’t need to rehearse until tomorrow evening.”
Fresh surprise rippled through me, along with a wave of heat that flushed me from my face to my breasts. Coop’s lazy smile was all satisfaction.
“Exactly, so first, we’re going to get a couple of easy Os out of the way…mostly because if I don’t sink my dick into you, I might come in my pants. I’m not seventeen anymore and that’s not cute.”
I would argue that, the day he’d come while getting me off as we writhed together was one of my favorite memories. Our first real time together though—had been his birthday so this was our…
“Yes,” he said, his smile deepening in his eyes. He moved and then nudged me upward a little then over. “Careful of the belly,” he murmured, dragging another pillow down to help cushion my hips. It was pushing my ass up higher. The thrust of his fingers was an effective gag and it tickled me.
Coop didn’t always play with Ian and I, but he had enough to know that I did like this and I loved it even more when he indulged.
“This ass… damn Frankie. Have I mentioned how hot this ass is? You’ve gotten so damn curvy the last few years. It makes me think about fucking you everywhere. On a desk. The sofa. The counter in the kitchen…” Amusement speared through me. “We won’t tell Jeremy.”
Then I was laughing and he thrust into me in one surprising push. He was so hard, so thick, and Coop always stretched me on the most generous of days. As wet as I was, the flush of his balls slapping against me threatened to make me come.
It didn’t hurt that his piercing struck in all the right ways.
“No,” Coop said, his voice as ragged as I felt. He eased his fingers from my mouth, then gathered up my hair in his hand. Lips next to my ear, he whispered, “You’re so fuckable. You’ve always been amazing, hot, sexy, and hands down the only woman I want and will ever want. But pregnancy suits you, Beautiful. So. God. Damn. Fuck. Able.”
He thrust with every syllable and I shook. It should be impossible to come so quickly, but then he’d been winding me up for over an hour. When he tugged my head, I twisted to meet his kiss.
Arms wrapping around me, he pulled me up to a more kneeling position. This was one of my favorites the bigger I got. It took pressure off my belly, but it also allowed him to go deep.
“Still feeling good, Beautiful?”
It felt like I was being stretched perfectly. The pleasure and the pain twined together. I nodded and he gave another shallow thrust.
“Words, Frankie,” he whispered. “I need you to say it. I need to hear you’re okay.”
“I’m amazing,” I confessed. “Fuck me, please.”
“My pleasure.” He ground his hips into me as he began to piston. His hands glided over my breasts, cupping and teasing the nipples before he roamed to my hips then one hand teased against my clit.
That was almost too much and I bucked at the electric contact. His laughter wasn’t quite muffled against my throat as he began to caress me from both sides. The pressure was immense, and it threatened to split me wide.
I thrashed as he kept pumping, the push and pull were almost too much. He kept up a steady litany of encouraging words or sounds. My brain wasn’t translating beyond the tone of his voice coupled with the strokes of his cock and his hands.
He was absolutely unraveling every part of me. Too much. Not enough. More. I couldn’t take it.
“Yes,” he whispered, his voice raw and his breath hot against my throat. “You can take it, Beautiful. You take me so beautifully. You always have. Do you have any idea how much I fucking love you? How much I love our life together? All our beautiful kids?” Then he cradled the bump as he pushed in deep and I was shaking. “That you’re full of our new babies right here?”
Between the words, the stroke of his dick hitting deeply within me and the tease of his piercing, and the pressure from his fingers, I came in a rush. The cries leaving me escalated, then climbed with every deep thrust he made.
Shaking and crying, I gripped his arm where he’d wrapped it around me, then covered his hand on my belly. He slowed, still deep and I swore throbbing inside of me. There was the faintest tremble to his lips where he kissed at my throat.
Maybe it was me who was shaking. His cock was still so damn hard. I loved how it impaled me and then he was easing back. A protest escaped me and he gave my ass a pinch.
“We’re not done,” he said, panting as he settled me down into the pillows. I was boneless as hell and he was rearranging me so that the pillows cradled me and my hips were up. Then eased another beneath my back before he paused to kiss my breasts, then my belly. “Oh, we’re far from done. How are you feeling?”
I stared at him. Was he serious right now? Sweat soaked my face and my hair stuck to me. I probably needed a shower, but I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to move.
Like ever.
