Page 65 of Rejected Pregnant Mate

"Why not?" I asked, getting up and taking his hand. "It's our house, and everyone is outside. It will be our little secret."

I dragged him to the bedroom, and I was already working on getting his shirt off by the time we reached the doorway. Scott's hands went to my stomach, caressing it over the butter-yellow, flowy dress I was wearing.

"You're beautiful, Nayeli," he whispered. "How did I get so lucky?"

"It wasn't easy," I grinned. "I was a handful."

"And you still are," he said, picking me up and carrying me over to the bed. I squealed and clung to him, loving the way he was able to move me around so easily. I felt like a delicate flower when Scott was around, and he was the only one who could make me feel that way. "But I don't want anything else. Just you and our baby."

He lay me on the bed, and I leaned up and kissed him again. This time, it was a deep, passionate kiss. His fingers moved over my collarbone and down, cupping one of my breasts through the fabric of the dress. I groaned and pushed myself into his hand, wishing that we had all day together.

But we could make do with two hours.

"I don't want to mess up your hair or makeup," He murmured, kissing a path down my cleavage as his other hand hiked my dress up around my hips. "I know you're about to say it's fine, but you'll yell at me about it later."

I rolled my eyes, and then let out a sigh as he yanked down my neckline and his tongue swirled around one of my nipples. I felt him grin against me, and then the zipper at the back of the dress was pulled down. Scott slowly pulled the fabricoff, kissing each patch of exposed skin. He left my bra on, but pulled my panties down, exposing me to the cool air.

I was starting to lose myself in the haze of arousal, but Scott wasn't wrong. I was flat on my back, the curls that Kiera had styled squished under my head. I had an idea. My Alpha had already dipped his dark head between my thighs, swiping his tongue over my pussy as I gasped, "Take me from behind."

He didn't argue, pulling his head away and flipping me over onto my hands and knees. He pushed my shoulders down gently, forcing me to bend forward until my face was in the sheets and my ass was in the air. I shivered at the vulnerability, but this was my Scott, and I trusted him completely. He wouldn't let anything happen to me.

Scott was behind me, one of my asscheeks in each hand as he once again dipped down to taste my pussy. He sucked on my clit and I cried out, pushing back against him. My legs shook, and I wondered how long it would take him to get me off with his talented tongue.

Not long, if our past encounters were any indication.

Scott had a talent for oral, and he took full advantage. He was an attentive lover, making sure that I had my orgasm before he even thought about taking his own pleasure. This time was no different, and he pushed a finger inside of me, stroking the place that drove me wild. His tongue flicked over my clit and I shuddered. He repeated that action over and over again until I was senseless.

"Oh, god, Scott," I breathed, "You're going to make me come."

He growled in response, his free hand squeezing my ass as the other worked harder. I came, bucking and moaning as he held me in place, prolonging my orgasm as much as possible.When the aftershocks faded, Scott was there, kissing a trail up my spine and rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy.

I sighed and relaxed against him, and he eased inside of me.

"God, I love your body," he murmured, one of his hands on my hip and the other cupping a breast. He played with the nipple, pinching and rolling it until it was hard.

"Mmmm," I sighed, looking back at him over my shoulder. "You're not so bad yourself."

He smirked, pulling out at a painfully slow pace before sliding home again. Scott built up a rhythm, and I couldn't help but whisper his name. The feeling of his thick, heavy cock moving inside of me was something that I'd never get tired of. He was the perfect length and width, like he’d been made for me.

"Fuck," he groaned. "I'm not going to last long, baby."

"That's okay," I whispered. "Just fuck me hard, Scott."

I had a feeling he would have done so even if I hadn't said anything. His hips picked up the pace, and soon, his strokes were fast and erratic. He was close, and I could feel my own orgasm approaching. He reached between us and found my clit, rubbing it gently as he thrust into me.

"Come with me, baby," he groaned.

"Yes, yes!" I screamed, the pressure that had been building snapping and sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck," he grunted, his hands squeezing my hips as he pushed deep inside of me. "Nayeli, fuck!"

He filled me, his hot come mixing with my wetness and spilling out of me as his cock twitched inside. We collapsed, andhe was careful to fall on the other side of me so that he didn't put too much weight on the baby. I turned my head and smiled at him, and he grinned.

"I love you, Scott," I murmured, running my fingers through his hair.

"I love you, too," he replied.

"Think anyone missed us?" I asked, and he snorted.

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