Page 31 of Sin Wagon
“Sorry about him.” She smiles. “He’s been my best friend since we were kids. Now we live together and he’s been by my side through everything. I’m pretty sure he even lost his job to come here this weekend, so I wouldn’t have to deal with Claudia alone.”
“Sounds like a good friend,” I reply. “He called you his girl last night before you got to dinner, and I was sure when you showed up that you were together and that was his baby.”
“Oh, lord no. We tried to sleep together once in high school. It was a disaster, and he likes to joke, that’s how he knew he was for sure gay. He’s been my person for as long as I can remember.”
“I’m glad you’ve had him,” I tell her honestly. I’m glad she didn’t have to do this alone—that she had someone by her side.
“I need to get dressed if your family is going to be here at some point.”
I don’t say anything, just look at her and she quirks a brow.
“That means you need to leave the room.”
“Why?”
“Cause I’m going to be naked.” She shakes her head as she talks like I should know that.
“I’ve been inside you and we created a baby together. I think we’re past seeing each other naked.”
He hasn’t seen me since I was in my glory at Hidden Gems. Now, I’m seven months pregnant.
“We weren’t naked and now I’m huge, like a beached whale. I don’t want the first time you see me naked to be when I am fat.” She sighs.
“You’re not fat,” I growl. “If anything, I think you’re even sexier pregnant.”
“You do?” she mumbles.
I lean down, pressing a kiss to the top of her foot. Her skin is warm and smooth against my lips. Slowly, I trail kisses up to her ankle, then further to her calf. She shifts slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
My lips continue their journey, trailing up her leg until they reach her knee. Quickly glancing up, I catch her staring at me intently. There’s a spark in her gaze, a heat that matches thegrowing desire in my chest. I move my kisses higher, up her thigh, my hands sliding along her soft skin.
Delilah softly moans, her head tilting back. I reach the edge of the towel, and with a gentle tug, it slips from her body, pooling around her waist. Her breath hitches, and I can feel the tension building between us. I press my lips against the soft skin of her thigh, my fingers gripping her hips, urging her toward the edge of the bed. I’m finally going to know what she tastes like.
Her hands tangle in my hair, and she pulls me up, her lips crashing against mine. The kiss is hungry, filled with a fiery passion that makes my pulse race and my cock harden. My hands glide up her sides, tracing the delicate curve of her belly and the fullness of her breasts, before playing with her piercings. She moans into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pulls me even closer.
I break the kiss, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Our eyes meet, and my desire for her intensifies.
”Fuck me, Wells,” she whispers.
My hands find the towel again, tugging it away completely, leaving her bare before me. Her eyes are dark with desire, her lips parted, and I can see the need in her gaze. I can’t hold back any longer.
I stand, pulling her to her feet. She wraps her arms around my neck, her body pressing against mine. I kiss her again, hard and deep, my hands roaming over every inch of her.
“I want you to ride me, Little Doe. I want to see this perfect body, round with my baby above me,” I groan.
She pushes me back onto the bed, her hands fumbling with my belt. I help her, our movements frantic, desperate. She yanks at the button of my jeans, and I lift my hips to make it easier for her to slide them down. She manages to get them to my knees, and I kick them off the rest of the way. My polo shirt is next. I raise my arms, letting her pull it over my head and toss it aside.
Finally, I’m lying back on the bed in just my boxers. Her eyes rake over me, filled with hunger and anticipation. She kisses me again, her mouth hot and insistent, her hands exploring my chest and shoulders.
She straddles me, and I can feel her warmth, her need, as she grinds against me. My hands find her hips, guiding her movements, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath my fingers. She sits up slightly, her hands on my chest, and I take the opportunity to slide my boxers down and kick them off.
She lowers herself onto me, her heat enveloping me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, the connection between us raw and intense. We move together, our bodies finding a rhythm, each thrust deep and powerful as she rolls her hips to match my pace.
Her moans fill the room, mingling with my grunts of pleasure. I grip her hips, guiding her movements, picking up the pace, driving us both closer to the edge. Her nails rake themselves down my chest, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I can feel her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Yes, Wells,” she cries, her voice trembling with need. I thrust harder, deeper, feeling the pressure building, the climax approaching. Her hips stop and I take the opportunity to buck up into her hard and fast as best I can from the bottom.
The familiar tingle starts to build in my balls—I’m close. With a final, powerful thrust, we both shatter, the world exploding around us.
