Page 85 of Living Hell

He kissed me and it turned from sweet to deep heat in seconds. It was hard, achingly hard, and everything about him was, too. My hand moved down his chest, every muscle tight, and I longed to slide my fingers through his chest hair. I had been used to being with models and actors who remove their chest hair, but it was refreshing and kind of hot to feel every real inch of this sexy man’s body. Tyler’s body was completely unaltered and begging to surround me.

Tyler tore at my clothes and I heard my pink sweater rip, but I didn’t care. He could shred them to tiny pieces, and I’d think it was the sexiest thing in the world. Anything he touched caused a bloom of rapid and unstoppable heat.

When his fingers slid over the zipper of my jean shorts, I broke. Pushing him back, I shimmed off the rest of my clothes.

“Someone’s impatient.” He chuckled and watched me.

“I’m naked, pregnant, and want your cock in my vagina like yesterday. So, let’s get to it.” I snapped my fingers, staring at the tent in his khakis.

The man enjoyed torturing me too much.

“Don’t make me get out my action team.” Both our eyes slid to the location in the closet where said action team hid.

“Maybe later, but for right now, I want to be the one to give my fiancée all the orgasms.”

I liked the sound of that.

He eventually took off his pants and briefs. I helped because he was taking too long. When my fingers curled around his cock, all his restraint broke.

“Fuck. Not too much or I won’t last.” Tyler’s hand cupped my ass as he ground against my stomach.

The man pretended to want to go slow as if he wasn’t as crazy horny as I was. But it was all a lie. I saw how angry his cock looked when he pulled off his briefs. I was surprised he wasn’t squirting on himself just from the friction of the cotton.

He pinned me to the bed by moving on top of me and he played with my tits. My nipples were extra sensitive since I became pregnant, and the light kisses he gave them had me arching off the bed.

“Yeah, do that,” I said, grabbing his hair and holding his head in place.

With his free hand, he pulled my leg back and settled between my thighs. There was no tender moment where he gently fondled me to get me ready.

I was dripping and needed nothing but his massive cock rocking inside me.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” He lifted his head from my chest, and I didn’t have to respond before his cock filled me—it was rough but so good.

Perhaps it was the pregnancy making me super horny or how he had lost control, but I came hard after he pushed inside.

“That’s it, Iona. Come for me.”

I did. And the wave of bliss didn’t end there. It eventually settled but watching him sweat and grunt on top of me was too much. He lowered his hand between our legs as he propped himself on his elbow. One swipe of his finger against my clit and I climaxed again.

“Look at how much you want this. Fuck, you’re so wet. Is that what I do to you?”

The way he spoke was so dirty, but I loved it.

Everything felt great so I was confused when he pulled out. Hovering over me, he said, “On your knees.”

I blinked, and it took a second for me to register what he wanted. But once I figured it out, I quickly did as he requested. “Yes.”

“What do you want, Iona?”

“Please,” I looked back at him as he positioned himself but didn’t push inside, “I want you to fill me.”

I hoped he knew what I meant. Tyler smirked as he rolled his hips and his dick began to make its way inside. And when I felt his thumb slide between my ass cheeks, I smiled. He understood perfectly.

There was a slight push at my puckered hole before he moved in and out. It felt incredible to be completely filled and when Tyler got the rhythm going, I broke . . . hard.

“Tyler,” I groaned as my orgasm broke me.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” He stilled after he slammed into me. I couldn’t tell how long it was before he pulled out and gently laid me on my side—I was lost in the bliss of the aftereffects from the orgasms he gave me.

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