Page 187 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

Again, I shrugged. No need to play coy.

Brighton wiggled her way towards me, stretching her legs on opposite sides of my hips before planting her ass in my lap. Her hands used my shoulders as a springboard as she rubbed herself against my cock. A groan escaped in spite of my feigned composure.

“Somebody’s being greedy,” she threw the words back at me as she slid along my length, teasing but not quite letting me inside.

It was of little consequence to me. I leaned back and stretched my hands behind my head to enjoy the show. I could watch this all fucking day.

Brighton threw her head back in laughter, taunting me with the creamy skin along her throat. Lusting for a taste of it, I bobbed forward and captured her around the waist, flicking my tongue against her pulse. That pulse beat for me. Without that pulse, I was nothing.

That knowledge got me harder than anything else ever could. She was all mine to play with. To tease and taunt and fuck how I saw fit. My teeth scraped along her sensitive skin and brought on a welcome hitch in her breath. Brighton liked the anticipation. The ever present knowledge that I’d sink my teeth into her flesh, but never quite knowing where.

Course, I had to be more cautious in the places I went about it these days. Another welcome side effect of her carrying my child. Even the sadist in me had a tender spot for the little fella. We didn’t want to harm him.

At the base of her throat, I gave her just enough of a nip to leave a little mark. That would do quite nicely to distract. She moaned and tugged at my hair in a weak attempt to take back control by shoving my face into her skin. I used the hand resting on her tit to pinch the nipple at the same time I bit down on her shoulder.

“Again,” she ordered.

My palms squeezed her ass and then smacked it for good measure.

“Sorry, my love,” my voice darkened. “Was that a command you just gave me?”

“Please,” she begged recklessly. “Mark me again.”

Hard fingers wrapped around her pony tail and gave a sharp tug. “Do you forget who you’re talking to?”

Her eyes widened as her head rattled back and forth in a frantic effort. “Never,” she promised. “You’re in charge, Ryland.”

I hummed my approval against the column of her neck, imbibing her scent in long, slow pulls. My lips roamed over the silken landscape of her skin, pausing to nip her earlobe before further exploration. She hissed in a breath, and I used the opportunity to latch onto her neck. Sucking her until she bruised, I soothed it over with my tongue while my fingers strummed circles over her back.

“Better?” I asked.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Covering her hand with mine, I dragged it down until it was wrapped around my cock. I liked to watch her play with it, to see the uncertainty bloom across her face as she handled the beast. She made a fist and gave a couple light tugs before teasing my balls with the pads of her fingers. Something else she liked to play with. I wasn’t complaining.

My head fell back, and I urged her forward. Without much decorum, her breast was promptly stuffed into my mouth while she pleasured me. I wanted to be inside of her, but prolonging her defiant foreplay seemed like an acceptable alternative.

Throughout the progression of her pregnancy, her nipples had grown sweeter. I wasn’t imagining things, they tasted like frigging candy, and I couldn’t get enough of them. Each pink confection received an appropriate amount of tongue lashing before I repeated the process on the other side. Every time I deemed myself satisfied, I went back in for just another sip. That’s how it always begins, isn’t it? Just another taste? I groaned out my frustration while rubbing the soft mounds all over my face.

Brighton giggled and then sobered.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” she whispered.

My eyes roamed over hers, staggered by the fear of rejection that lay within. Before I even got a chance to say anything at all, she continued to state her case.

“I asked the doctor, and she said it’s fine as long as nothing hurts.”

My hands cradled her face, and I gave her a tender kiss. She melted against me in one breath, and in the next attempted to stage a protest. My fingers hardened around her jaw and bit into the skin, eliciting a gasp as my lips moved to her ear.

“You want my filthy words, baby girl?”

“Yes.” She panted.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to say dirty things.”

My tongue clicked, and I shook my head in disappointment. “Too vague. Sorry, baby.”

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