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“Yes,” I answer breathily. “You show me with every action. Now I want you to take me how you want me. Make me come harder than I’ve ever come before.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect for me. Turnover and show me that perfect ass of yours, beauty.”

I do as I’m told, pulling my dress up around my waist while my breasts press into the table and send a shiver through me. I feel the hairs on his thighs brush against the backs of my legs seconds before he runs one large hand down my spine and over my ass to dip inside. Wet fingers ring around my tight hole, smearing my juices around and putting pressure but not pressing inside.

“Do you want my fingers inside here while I fuck you?” He presses a little harder but doesn’t breach my entrance.

I don’t answer but press back, showing him what I want.

“Perfect,” he says as he positions himself at my entrance and slides inside in one swift thrust.

Placing one hand at the small of my back, he pistons his hips. His pelvis slaps against my ass and then smack. I jump and moan, my walls spasming around his thick cock.

“I love feeling you squeeze me and pull me deeper,” he moans. His fingertips dance over to the other cheek and circle once before I feel them leave my skin and then the sharp crack of his hand against my flesh.

I moan louder and stick my ass out for more.

“Your ass is a pretty shade of pink. I think I’ll reward you with my fingers.”

He slides his fingers through the wet that’s gathered and pushes at the tight ring.

“Breath,” he soothes.

I try to steady my breaths, but it’s difficult when each thrust brings me closer and closer to where I want to be.

I relax my body as he slowly pushes a finger inside. I’m so full it’s almost painful, but with each stroke, I stretch, and my body accommodates the intrusion. It doesn’t take long until I’m panting with the need to come and thrust back in tandem with him.

“Tell me you love me,” he demands. He leans over me, his hand moving around to grab me by my throat.

“I love you,” I pant.

He thrusts faster and deeper and I feel him swell inside of me.

“Tell me you’re close,” he rumbles from right behind me.

“So close. I just n...” I don’t finish because he pulls his hand from the small of my back and moves around my front to pinch my clit.

Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as I quake around his jerking cock. I fall flat against the table as I ride out the aftershocks and feel him still deep inside of me.

Gently he pulls out of me and picks me up, cradling me in his arms as he sits down on the edge of the table.

Kissing the side of my neck, Max breathes heavily. “Let me catch my breath and then I’ll take you upstairs and make love to you for the rest of the night.”

19

Delilah

“I’m goingto go stretch my legs,” I tell Max before I stand. I’m not sure how I let him talk me into coming to the town’s high school football game. I was already uncomfortable at Beck’s when I was five months pregnant, and now I’m rounding on nine months. No woman this pregnant should be sitting on the bleachers. Max has even brought me a cushion, but it isn’t cutting it for me tonight.

The baby’s kicking up a storm and playing a little football of her own with my organs as we sit here. Maybe if I stand it will give her a little more room, and she’ll stop using my organs for practice.

Max stands too, helping me up. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“You hang out with your family. I won’t be gone too long unless the bathroom line is exceptionally long.” Because I pee every five minutes or so it seems, I have to use the nasty bathroom in the concession stand.

“If you’re sure,” he says, already sitting down and turning to the group of guys we’re sitting with. Max has his brother, his dad, along with December’s dad, Asher, all at the game. December and November are on their way and then I’ll have someone to talk to that doesn’t want to talk about sports I don’t understand.

Hanging onto the banister, I waddle down the bleachers and sigh with relief once my feet hit the concrete of the sidewalk. Every time I walk down those damn bleachers, I feel like I’m going to fall flat on my face. It doesn’t help that I’m stomach heavy, and my balance is off. Half the time, I feel like I could fall from how big my stomach is while in the house. These rickety stands aren’t helping matters.

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