Page 84 of Wish You Would

Laughing to himself, he stands and sits down on the couch next to me, legs wide, cock hard as steel lying flat against his abdomen, the tip touching the dip of his belly button.

“Sit on it, pretty girl,” he grips the base of his erection that’s glistening from his arousal, offering it to me. “I want you to ride me.”

My hands latch onto his shoulders, and I swing my leg over his thighs. I groan, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut as he prods my entrance with just the head.

In no mood to tease either of us, I sink down onto his steely hard cock in one motion, until I’m seated on the patch of dark hair above his erection. His eyes hold mine, his width stretching me as I rock back and forth.

“You’re so damn tight but I love the way you take me.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth. My back arches and my head tips back.

“Let me feel all of you, Bee. I need you. Do it now.”

Holden’s hands grip my waist, lifting me until just the tip of him is left inside me before slamming me back down his length. Over and over, I ride him, his hips thrusting up into me in smooth, careful strokes. I roll my hips, and his fingers dig into my ass, spreading me wide as my arousal slicks his length and covers his full balls.

“You feel so good,” he grits out. “How does it feel? Does it feel good to you too?”

I hold onto his shoulders, his strong hands on my hips as I ride him, drawing out my pleasure. Holden is the best sex of my life. I’ve never felt this desired by anyone, like I’mneeded on such an emotional, heartfelt level. “Stop talking and give me your mouth.”

He licks at my mouth, his tongue clashing with mine. He rocks into me, pumping his hips in long, even strokes. I claw at his shoulders, his back, his thighs, keeping him close to me, whimpering as my inner walls clench around his shaft.

“I love watching your tits bounce when you ride me like this.” He groans, and there’s no holding back. The pressure is too much. He’s rutting too deeply and perfectly, hitting me in just the right place, for me to last another second.

My nails dig into his shoulders, and I see stars. One final thrust and Holden is coming on a groan, filling me up, coating my inner walls. His rigid, muscular body goes lax once he rides out his orgasm.

“Briar.” His lets his head fall back against the couch, looking sated and spent. “Your body was meant for me. I’m addicted.”

I twist my long hair with one hand and lift it from my neck, smiling down at him. “You say the sweetest things.”

He holds my belly in his hands as I erase the gap between our bodies, collapsing onto his chest. “They’re true,” he says, running his hands down the length of my spine. “I’m going to need you riding my cock more often.”

I laugh into his neck. “We’ll see.”

I want it again too, and soon, but it’s fun to rile him up.

TWENTY-THREE

I HAVEN’T GOTTEN ENOUGH OF YOU

Holden

What a wild start to the day.

I toss my iPhone on my bed, trying to process what I was just told.

My landlord, the owner of the house I’ve been living in for the past four years, has decided to put the place up for sale. She’s giving me four months before I need to either move out or make her an offer—an offer I’m dying to make but one I’m not sure I’ll be able to afford.

Living anywhere in Reed Point is expensive, let alone an oceanfront property on a secluded street in Haven Harbor. Home values have increased significantly over the last few years which is probably why my landlord is looking to cash in.

This couldn’t have happened at a worse time. Briar and I should be living here together getting ready for the arrival of Slugger. I’ve pictured us bringing our baby home here in a few months. As far as I’m concerned, Briar never needs to even see her restored apartment, but what if I can’t afford the mortgage? Then what? Briar has also made no mentionof staying with me. Now, with my looming eviction, I’m not sure how I can even ask her to stay when everything feels like it’s up in the air. I’m not even sure where I’ll be living at this point. I hate that everything is so out of my control. My landlord could sell, Briar could choose to move into her new apartment, and I would have to watch her walk out the door.

If I keep thinking about it, I’ll just end up spiralling, so I resolve to wipe the thought from my mind. I’ll have more time to think about it tomorrow. Today is Amy’s wedding day.

Briar is in her room getting dressed for the wedding. The ceremony starts in an hour, so I do my hair, change into my suit and spray myself with Briar’s favorite cologne. I grab my cell phone from the bed and walk to her room, trying to shake the negative thoughts from my head.

On the bright side, at least Briar and I don’t have to follow through with our plan to fake a relationship. We’re together now. There’s no need to pretend.

I gently push open the bedroom door and find Briar standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom putting on a pair of earrings. I stop in my tracks at the sight of her in a long, emerald-green dress that dusts the floor. Her blonde hair is pinned back in a mess of curls at the nape of her neck. The dress is fitted around her tits, which have grown larger throughout the pregnancy, and the swell of her belly is on display. My pulse bolts as I take in her delicious curves. She is breathtaking.

When she sees my reflection in the mirror, the look of concentration on her face shifts to a smile; a full-on beaming smile that is meant just for me.

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