Page 45 of His Relentless Angel

He nods slowly. “Sure. I’ll be in the van. Just knock on my window when you’re done.”

“The bathroom, huh?” Bailey asks with a sly smile when I grab her hand and lead her into the primary bedroom’s en suite. She’s wearing one of her summer dresses, a more modest pale purple floral version.

I slide both hands up her thighs, bunching her dress as I back her against the vanity. “I’ve barely been able to hold myself back since the inspector was here, and I didn’t want him to hear you scream.” Bailey gasps when I grab her naked hips and lift her onto the counter between the sinks. She immediately spreads her legs, and I yank her to the edge, kissing along her jaw. “Where the fuck are your panties, baby?”

She turns and nips my bottom lip, working the zipper down on my jeans to free my cock. “At home.”

“And why are they at home?” I shiver from my head to my toes when she tugs on my cock and wiggles on the counter until she can line the tip up with her entrance.

“Because I was hoping you’d fuck me on this counter and christen our new home.”

I crush my lips to hers at the same time as I push halfway inside her, bending my knees for a better angle. Bailey sucks in a breath against my lips and grips my shoulders when I pull out, then push the rest of the way inside her slick pussy.

“Goddamn, angel, you were already ready for me, weren’t you?”

“I’ve been ready for hours,” she stresses, drawing her knees up around my sides. “I need you. Faster, love.”

I love it when she calls me love, and my heart pounds as I loosen the bow at one shoulder to pull the fabric down around her left breast and kiss her chest over her heart. Bailey tips her head against the mirror and arches as I increase my pace. She jerks when I cup and squeeze her breast and suction my lips around her nipple, trying to draw more than just the hardened bud into my mouth.

Instantly releasing the pressure, I ask, “Is that too rough?”

“No. They’re just really tender right now.” She caresses the back of my neck with her fingertips.

I come to a dead stop, buried deep inside her. “Why are they so tender? Is that normal?”

She smiles. “It is now that I’m pregnant.”

“You’re…” Bailey nods. “You’re sure?”

“I took the pregnancy test this morning right before we left the apartment. I was about to ask the inspector for a few minutes alone so I could give it to you, and we could celebrate, but you beat me to it.” Bailey slides open the top drawer to the right of her hip, and inside is a single pregnancy test with a digital display that says YES. She cups my cheeks to bring my attention back to her, a brilliant smile on her upturned face.

I hug her so tight to my chest that her breath leaves her in a rush. Dropping my face into the nape of her neck, I tell her, “I have never been happier in my life than here, right now, with you and our baby growing in your belly.” There are tears in my eyes when I grab the pregnancy test and lift her off the counter, then carefully climb into the soaker tub. As tall as we both are, there’s still plenty of room for me to sit and lean back with Bailey straddling my hips.

Dropping the pregnancy test on the lip of the tub, I can’t stop looking between the digital YES and her eyes, back and forth and back and forth as I untie the other side of her dress and yank the fabric down so I can watch her tender breasts bounce as she rides my cock, lifting her hips high enough that only the tip remains before she drops back down. That only makes me want to fuck her harder, faster, so they’ll bounce even more.

“You’re so good at riding me now, baby.” Her inner walls flutter around me. “Your tight, little pussy is going to make me cum so hard, it’ll be dripping out of you as soon as you stand up.”

“Hey, y’all? I’ve got another appointment coming up, and I can’t leave you here by yourselves,” the inspector shouts from the front of the house.

“Just a minute!” we both yell, grinning as we say, “Jinx,” never breaking rhythm.

“Uh…ok. Few more minutes,” he yells back, but I don’t hear the front door open and close.

“Faster, baby. We gotta make this quick.” I grip her by her small waist, which I can’t wait to watch expand over the next nine months.

Bailey jerks on my lap, coming to a stop, hovering a few inches above me. “Right there, right there, that’s the spot. I’m so close.”

I don’t shift the angle by even a fraction as I fuck up into her, watching her face morph with pleasure as my cock drags along the spot inside her that has her shuddering with each stroke. She drops her mouth open with a high-pitched moan.

I cover her mouth with my hand. “Gonna have to be quiet, baby, so he doesn’t hear you,” I whisper in a husky voice. “Can you be quiet for me?” My rhythm falters when she shakes her head. “You can’t be quiet?” She shakes her head again and licks the palm of my hand. My blood heats. “You need your man to keep you quiet, huh?” She nods. “Shit, shit, I love you. Fuck me, I love you so goddamn much, you siren.” I’m the one who can’t be quiet after that as I fuck us into simultaneous orgasms with fast, powerful strokes.

Her long legs tremble when I help her off my lap and onto her feet, then brace my hands on the sides of the tub to rise, but the cum dripping down her thighs snags my attention. “Stay right there.” I lean on a hip to dig my cell phone out of my back pocket, then scoot lower in the bath. Tapping her ankles, I nudge her to stand with her feet on either side of my shoulders and tell her, “Hold your dress up, baby.”

When the fake shutter sounds, she asks, “Are you taking pictures?” She sounds surprised but not disgusted.

“Fuck yes, I am.” I grin. “You want to see them?”

When Bailey nods, I flip the phone up so she can scroll through them. She bites her lips and takes my phone. Carefully turning around, she squats to grip the base of my cock, giving me an even better view of her creamy pussy. She passes me the phone seconds later, and I swipe through the photos she took of her delicate hand squeezing my wet cock.

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