Page 53 of King of Hearts

My eyes snapped to hers.

“Are you sure?” I’d already decided I was going to touch her, but I had been certain it would still be something PG considering how the last time went.

Her small intake of breath told me she was struggling. “I’m positive.”

Moving until I was down by her feet, I started kissing her left foot, kissing the top then moving up her ankle and calf. I shifted to the other foot, repeating the process.

I smiled at her, dragging my lips along her inner knee. My fingers trailed forward, up her thighs, my body closing in until I was on my stomach directly in front of her parted thighs. Before she had a chance to fight it, I pressed my tongue into her panty-covered center.

“Oh shit.” She breathed out, bucking her hips.

I smiled again, and this time, I gently tore the fabric at her hips, and then I devoured her. Swiping my tongue up her folds and then circling her clit, I added a finger into her cunt while I worked her with my tongue.

“Yes.” Taylor rocked her hips into my face while I sucked her outer lips into my mouth, adding another finger into her wetness.

I palmed her ass, bringing it closer to my mouth, and continued to suck on her clit while fucking her with my fingers.

“Add another finger,” she begged, panting while her hips rocked.

I did as she requested, realizing she needed to be filled with something and knowing our little game was coming to an end. I was going to fuck her while she was pregnant, and there was nothing she could do about it.

I just wasn’t sure when, but it was going to happen.

My tongue swirled while I added pressure to her clit, and after a few more strokes, she was coming undone with a sharp cry.

I fisted my erection, pulling it free of my boxers. Getting to my knees, I pushed her leg outward while I rubbed my weeping cock through her soaking wet folds. She was still gasping for breath, her eyes on the ceiling while I stroked up and down, rubbing the tip through her arousal.

I only planned to see how it would feel, and it felt like fucking heaven…but I knew we weren’t ready for more. When I took her completely, I wanted her to be mine, without this fake shit between us, or this ruse. I wanted her entirely.

So, I began to stroke myself, using her arousal as a way to lubricate my shaft. I stroked up and down while wiping up her juices with my fingers and bringing them to my mouth.

“You taste so fucking good.” My voice was raspy as I felt my balls begin to strain with pain. I wanted to be inside her.

Taylor wet her lips, bringing her hands to cup her breasts through the lacy material holding them in place. “Can I taste you?”

I paused mid-stroke, positive I hadn’t heard her correctly. “Fuck yeah.”

She tried to move, but I leaned forward, placing my hand on her chest then inching closer to her while gripping my cock.

“Open your mouth.”

Her blue eyes drifted toward mine, then those pink lips opened in compliance.

I gently and carefully slid my length onto her wet tongue, allowing her to taste herself. The humming sound she made vibrated down my shaft, tearing a groan from my chest.

She wrapped her lips around me, using her hand to twist around the base, then she sucked and fucking sucked until I was about to explode down her throat. Ready to pull out of her mouth, I began to withdraw my hips. She let go with a pop of her lips and her brows caving in.

“I said I wanted to taste you. That means all of you.” She narrowed her eyes then grabbed for my erection once more, opening her mouth and swallowing my hardened cock. I couldn’t hold back. I pressed forward, hitting the back of her throat while groaning my release.

Her eyes bore into mine while she swallowed every last drop of my seed, moaning every fucking second. Once she had completely taken everything, she let me go and used her tongue to lick the top of her lip.

“You taste fucking delicious too.”

I met her smile with a broad one of my own and then shook my head in disbelief. Taylor fucking Beck was in my bed. She had just had her mouth on my cock, and she’d enjoyed it. I’d had wet dreams about this a year ago, and now it was happening. It was too surreal to comprehend.

“Let’s get cleaned up.” I bent down and pressed a kiss to her hairline, nervous about kissing her lips. I’d stolen plenty of kisses from her, but I was ready for her to give them up freely, and part of me still worried she’d pull away.

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