Page 35 of Sin Wagon
“What you just said.”
“Our baby?” I giggle.
“I like the sound of that on your lips,” he says low and husky, as he inches closer. I step back, but he persists, and my eyes widen as I bite my lip, looking up at him.
His movements are as swift and as sudden as lightning. He scoops me up and carries me bridal style toward the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” My laughter fills the room as he playfully kicks the door shut, gently laying me down on the bed, a twinkle in his eyes.
Wells hovers at the edge of the bed, looming over me before grabbing the pajama bottoms I have on, and peeling them down my legs.
“Well, from what you said, we have dinner to go to, but I’d like to have my dessert before we get ready.”
I can still feel the stickiness between my legs as he spreads my thighs and drops to his knees at the side of the bed. He can’t be serious? I press a foot against his chest, stopping him from his treat.
When he looks up at me, his eyes speak volumes of desire.
“You’re keeping me from what I’m sure will be my favorite meal.”
“Wells, you can’t, I’m pregnant. I’m not even sexy anymore. I’m huge,” I murmur, letting my self-doubt get the better of me.
My belly is huge, and my tits are bigger, which is amazing, but my nipples got darker and I’m pretty sure larger, and I know damn well that I’ve missed some spots when shaving the lady garden. It probably looks like I got into a fight with a weedeater.
“Little Doe, you’re growing my child inside of you and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You really mean that?” I ask hopefully.
“Yes.” He gets to his feet and climbs on the bed just enough so he can grab my hand and press it against his very hard cock.
“Does this seem like I’m lying?” he asks, his voice dark. Husky.
“He’s so hard it hurts. Now, can I get back to my snack or are we going to be late for dinner?”
A nervous giggle slips from my lips as I clench my fingers tighter around his throbbing member. “By all means then.”
Wells groans but gets back into position on the floor between my legs.
His tongue slides along my folds, exploring every inch of me, before he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking it between his lips. He continues to suck on my sensitive spot with unwavering ferocity, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy.
“Oh, God!” I moan, pushing my hips forward, crying out as I press my wetness against his eager lips.
His warm, wet tongue gently makes its way to my opening, spearing inside of me and I let out a small squeak in response to the sensation.
He playfully chuckles against my skin, eliciting another moan from me. “We taste good together. Now I want you to ride my face,” he mumbles.
“I’m too heavy, Wells,” I argue.
He pinches my inner thigh, and I squeal.
“I want to eat your pussy while staring at your belly. Your big beautiful belly that’s creating life.”
His words have a soothing effect on me, warming my soul and prompting me to nod in agreement.
“Okay, I can do that.” I move to my knees and watch as Wells stands, pushes his pants down to his ankles, and steps out of them. He climbs onto the bed and lies down.
I carefully adjust my position, straddling him directly above his face. His rough hands find their place at my sides and he pulls me closer to his mouth, instantly lapping at me like a dying man in the desert.
I firmly grasp my breasts, feeling their weight in my hands as I gently tug on my barbells.
