Page 81 of Love Is Ale You Need

“There’s something else I want more.”

He chuckles. “We have all night for that. But first food. I’ll grab the cooler from the car, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

I huff out a breath. “Fine. But it might be a couple of minutes so I can release a little tension.”

He growls, deep and gravelly. “Don’t you dare touch yourself. All your orgasms will come from me.”

Normally, I’m not one to listen when demands are made of me, but when Trey says things like this, it’s hot as fuck. I wrap my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and haul him closer to me, so my lips are inches from his. “Then I suggest you do something about it.”

“Fuck. You’re just saying that to get what you want.”

“Is it working?”

“Of course it is.” He slams his lips to mine. It’s rough and demanding and everything I want.

I moan while I reach out with one hand and flick open the button of his jeans. Breaking away, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of both his jeans and boxers and yank them down. His cock springs free, not fully erect but still impressive at half-mast. I wrap my hand around him, stroking once. Twice. He releases a deep groan from the back of his throat. His cock twitches in my hand, growing harder with each stroke.

His hand brushes a lock of hair off my face, tucking it behind my ear. “Put me in your mouth. I want to see your pretty pink lips wrapped around me.”

My tongue peeks out, wetting my lips before swirling around his head. I flick my tongue over the tip, lapping up the bead of pre-cum.

His hand cups the side of my head while his thumb lazily caresses my cheek. “Fuck. Rye. Let me feel you.”

I wrap my lips around his girth and slide down until he hits the back of my throat. A deep moan rumbles from his chest. I pull back, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“Oh yeah. Just like that.” His fingers curl into my hair.

As I slide down again, I use my hand to twist around his length. I continue bobbing up and down as he rocks his hips, driving his cock deeper down my throat. Arousal pools between my legs. I moan around him, savoring his salty taste.

“Fuck. Your mouth is fucking perfect. Lips wrapped around me.” He continues his shallow thrusts. “I can’t. Fuck. You feel too good. I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He jerks away.

I whimper at the loss.

He bends down and nips at the shell of my ear before he growls, “My turn.” The deep baritone of his voice reverberates through my body.

With a firm grip under my arms, he effortlessly lifts me higher on the bed. A half giggle, half yelp escapes me. My back hits the padded headrest. He hooks his thumbs under the elastic waistband of my yoga pants and tugs them down, taking my underwear with them. Once they’re off, he throws them over his shoulder, and they land somewhere on the floor.

Desire swirls in his eyes as he takes a moment to admire my body. With his hands under my knees, he lifts, bends, and spreads them in one swift motion. A blast of cold hits me right between my legs, but a second later Trey’s hot mouth is on me. A shudder racks my body from the contact.

I thread my fingers through the hair at the back of his head, holding him in place. “Mmm. Oh. Yes.”

The pad of his thumb circles my clit as he continues to lap at my pussy. His tongue spears my entrance and I buck my hips while my grip on his hair tightens.

“Oh god. I’m not going to last long. Your mouth on me feels so good.”

He replaces his thumb with his lips and sucks.

Tingles shoot through my entire body as my orgasm takes flight and I scream out Trey’s name. He continues to lick and suck on my pussy until I’m nearing the brink of a second orgasm. When I’m teetering on the edge, he pulls away and I whimper.

He sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I want your next one to be on my dick. Sit up and turn around.”

His demands are sexy as hell. Mostly because I know the pleasure I’ll get from them. Rising to my knees, I spin around exactly as he says. With my back to him, he trails his hands up my sides, taking my hoodie and t-shirt with him until he’s pulling them over my head. He pulls the elastic band from my hair and my long locks cascade over my shoulders.

The fabric of his shirt brushes against me as he leans forward, his breath against the shell of my ear. “You’re so beautiful. I couldn’t imagine anyone else carrying my child.”

His hand splays over my small baby bump and my breath hitches. I’ve always underestimated Trey, but the more time I spend with him, he never ceases to amaze me. He’s been everything I didn’t realize I needed.

Slowly, his hands creep up and settle on my lace covered bra. His fingers dip into the cups and yanks down. Instantly, my nipples pebble from the cool air. “Now grip the headboard. I’m going to fuck you until you’re seeing stars.”

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