Page 36 of Sin Wagon
Fuck. This man has a magical tongue.
Or maybe it’s that it’s been over seven months since someone ate my pussy.
As a sharp sting jolts through my body, I gasp and quickly glance down to find Wells’ eyes darkly fixated on me.
Did he just bite my clit?
“Look at me when I’m eating your cunt, Little Doe.”
I meet his gaze, my heart racing as he resumes his feast, eagerly licking and lapping at every inch of my delicate skin. His hands gently cradle my swollen belly, and the intensity of his gaze unravels me completely.
My orgasm surges through me, and I can’t help but grind myself against his face for maximum pleasure. I can feel my body pulsating, and a thin layer of sweat coats my entire body.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chant as I come down from the best high of my life.
Wells turns his head and plants a soft kiss on my thigh, sending a shiver down my spine.
“You’re absolutely breathtaking,” he whispers. “And I was right. Best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“Such a smooth talker. Now, fuck me,” I whisper.
One of the benefits of having him here is that he’s taking the edge off. I’ve been horny as hell lately and my vibrator isn’t cutting it anymore. It’s not like I can find someone to hook up with. One, no one wants to bang a pregnant lady and if they did, it’s some weird fetish. Two, even thinking about trying to find someone on the Fling app made me cringe.
While I haven’t lusted after Wells, the thought of sleeping with someone else while his baby is growing within, put me off. So it’s been me and Bernard, my trusty vibrator that has been with me since I turned eighteen.
“Get on your knees,” Wells demands, and I quickly move into the position. Instead of relying on my hands, I find support by bracing myself with my forearms.
I feel his tip gently press against my entrance, causing me to close my eyes and bite my lip. Ever so slowly, he pushes inside inch by delicious inch.
“God,” he grits, “you’re so incredibly tight.” I can’t help but feel a surge of pride at his words.
As his pelvis bumps against my backside, I feel a momentary pause before he withdraws and thrusts back in forcefully.
“Mmmm,” I moan.
I’m surprised but thankful that he doesn’t seem worried or put off by the baby. Because I have never been a slow and easygal. In a forum I came across online, it was mentioned that a significant number of men or partners exhibit an overly cautious approach during sex when their partner is pregnant, due to their worries about potentially harming the baby.
Not Wells. He’s driving into me with the same intensity as he did in the alley, but in this position, every thrust hits the spot perfectly. Going deeper than he could in the alley or even before. While I was on top, earlier, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of insecurity about my size, dampening my confidence.
“Fuck.” He slaps my ass and I cry out. When I go home to Vegas, I’m going to miss this.The orgasms. Not Wells. I know he wants to be there for the baby and me, but I just don’t see how that will work when we live states apart.
“I’m going to come,” I rasp and he reaches around, pinches my clit, which sets me off as he slams in and out of me roughly.
My body trembles as it tenses up, my eyes instinctively closing and I find myself gasping for air.
“Goddamn,” he grunts as he stills, his hot cum filling me up once again. When he pulls away, the warm sensation of his release trickles down between my thighs.
“Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He pushes two fingers inside of me. “Too bad I can’t get you pregnant again. I don’t want to waste a drop. It belongs inside of you.”
Fuck. Does this dude have a breeding kink I wasn’t aware of?
I may be pregnant now, but I do not plan on this being a regular thing. And not again anytime soon. Little Boba needs to be, like, eighteen before it happens again. While Derek has been amazing, if there’s a next time, I want to be in my own place with the father. I don’t want to do it all alone and Derek deserves his own happily ever after; not catering to my pregnant ass.
I roll over onto my back and sigh. I’m hot as hell and worn out. This is a whole exercise regiment when knocked up.According to the clock on the nightstand, I still have four hours until dinner.
I roll off the bed and make my way to the bathroom, flicking on the light as I go.
“What are you doing, Delilah?” Wells asks.
