Page 26 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

She arches her back slightly, giving me a view that has my cock throbbing hard.

Her eyes open and widen slightly as she notices the bulge pressing against her. “Eager, aren’t we?”

“Fuck, I was ready to do this the moment you entered the restaurant.” I draw little circles with the tip of my tongue on her hardened nipples.

“This is…” she breathes out. “I…”

“Tell me you want this too.” I rub her clit over the soft fabric of her panties.

Her dress is scrunched up along her hips, and I want nothing more than to remove that barrier between us.

“I… do…”

“How much do you want it?” I am teasing her now, knowing that working her up will get her the strongest release.

“B-bad,” she moans. “I want you so bad.”

She sounds so sexy as she says the words that I want to hurry along the process and take her right there.

But I steady myself. I brush her panties to the side appreciating the site.

“Fuck. You are so wet.” I dive face first into her warm center, my tongue finding her clit, and slowly licking and sucking on her sensitive nub, earning me a labored moan.

Her hands tangle in my hair, guiding me, urging me on.

I lap at her juices, savoring her sweet earthy flavor, as I insert a finger into her wet heat, curling it to find her G-spot.

Layla's hips buck off the bed, her moans turning into desperate cries as I continue to pleasure her with my mouth and fingers.

Her body tenses, her muscles clenching around my finger, and I know she’s close.

"Cum for me, Layla," I urge, my voice hoarse. "Let go, baby."

As she cries out in pleasure, her body shakes as her orgasm rips through her.

Relentlessly, I continue to lick and suck, drawing out her pleasure, until she’s writhing beneath me, her body spent.

I kiss my way back up her body, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss, allowing her a taste of her own essence.

But I want more. I need all of her.

She protests with a sigh when I detach myself from her but quickly catches on as her hands go straight to the front of my pants.

She smiles wickedly, undoing my pants and sliding my boxers down, freeing my straining erection.

I hiss in a breath as the cool air caresses my sensitive flesh.

Layla's eyes darken with hunger as she takes me in her hand, stroking me slowly, her thumb swirling over the head.

"You like that, don't you?" she purrs, her breath hot against my ear.

"Fuck, yes," I groan, my hips thrusting involuntarily.

She continues her slow, torturous strokes, her other hand cupping my balls gently.

I’m on the edge, my body trembling with the effort to hold back my release.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, she leans down and takes the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth.

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