Page 87 of Ghost's Obsession

“You know the rule,” he says, lips grazing my neck. “You come first.”

“That’s cruel,” I groan. “I’m huge. I can’t even roll over properly. And you want me to wait?”

He chuckles low in his chest, the sound vibrating through me. “I’d spend all day worshiping this body if you let me.”

His hand dips lower, cupping my mound gently. He finds how soaked I already am, and a soft groan escapes him. But when he slides his cock along my folds, teasing, not entering, I suck in a breath, thoroughly excited in a heartbeat.

The pressure of him gliding over my clit sparks such a hunger in me.

“Ghost,” I gasp.

He kisses the edge of my jaw, then whispers, “You’ve got no idea what you do to me. I just think of you and get hard. And after today, I’m gonna be calling you wife instead of your name because I like how it sounds.”

I shift again, careful not to strain the weight of my belly, just enough to make room for him. My body is heavy, but I want this. Want him.

Suddenly, his hot mouth is skimming over my skin, sucking on my nipples, and drifting low. When he spreads me open and licks me firmly right over my clit, I have to fight back an immediate orgasm. Ghost knows exactly how to make me wild with lust. He takes his time, teasing me, and then pulling back. I fist my hands in his hair and then move his mouth back to where I want it to be. He chuckles, low in his throat and then finally gives me what I want. And it’s every bit as good as it always iswith him. When he sucks my clit, dancing his tongue over the top, I come so hard it takes my breath away.

He chuckles, “What? No screaming my name this morning.”

“Can’t,” I tell him breathlessly. “The old ladies are downstairs,”

He crawls back up and hovers over me. “The morning ain’t over yet, sweetness. I want them to hear you scream my name. To know you love riding my cock so much you can’t contain yourself.”

Hearing his softly whispered words, ramps up my need all over again. He doesn’t waste any time putting his cock between my legs. The feel of it dragging through my folds again and again, hitting all the right places, makes me shake.

Still, he doesn’t push in. Just keeps me on edge, teasing until I shift my hips and his cock slips through my folds.

That’s all it takes. For him to slide into me in one long, claiming stroke, and I swear I feel every inch of him. Damn, he stops short, not giving me his whole cock. He keeps one hand wrapped around the root. Still, he’s nice and thick. My body has to stretch to take him. It’s a welcome intrusion, everything I ever wished for in fact.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so soft and tight. I wanted to lick a second orgasm out of you but you teased me into putting my cock inside you. You’re a naughty wife.”

“I’m just a desperately needy pregnant woman who craves my husband’s thick cock,” I tell him. “Good husbands tend to their pregnant wives. You’re gonna be a good husband, right babe?”

He starts to move slowly, keeping that hand in place to deny me a full thrust. His movements are controlled and deliberate. One hand runs up my back to grasp my shoulder. This is howhe anchors my pregnant body for thrust after glorious thrust. He keeps his body weight all the way off by bracing on one knee. His cock drags against everything inside me, thick and full. I moan, low in my throat, as this sexy beast wrecks my world.

“You want another thrust, faster this time?” he asks. “You know that I’ll give you anything you want when you’re in my bed?”

“God, yes,” I whimper. “Fill me up, brand me with your cock, and make me yours.”

He groans, deep in his chest, and the sound makes my toes curl. His rhythm doesn’t falter, but he does make each stroke firm and forceful, just like I love. He stares at my belly, and one hand moves up to roll my nipple. His other hand drops off my shoulder so his strong fingers can circle my clit.

“No,” I scream. “I’m not ready to come.”

I do anyhow, because Ghost is an asshole when it comes to teasing my pregnant body. He’s convinced that prolonged sex will make me go into labor. I growl with frustration as this orgasm he built for me detonates. My whole body locks up, pleasure ripping through me and radiating outward.

“That’s a good wife,” he whispers against my skin. “Let me watch you come around my cock. Want me to come inside that pretty pussy of yours?”

I nod even as my orgasm continues to pulsate through my core. “Yeah, fill me with your cum. You know I love getting every drop of it.”

He comes inside me with a groan, still holding a fistful of cock with his hand.

Afterward, we both lay down together and I cuddle up to his side.

“You’re everything,” he says softly. “You and this baby. Everything.”

“You, me, and the baby, you mean. When it comes to things that are important, stop leaving yourself out.”

“What a fierce little mama you are,” he teases me gently.

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