Page 81 of Manny's Surprise Baby
I did as he said, also slipping my shirt off. I grabbed the lube from the drawer beside the bed and lay on my back. He straddled me, slathering lube on his cock and caressing my hole lightly, his touch playful and teasing.
“That feels nice,” I said softly, rolling my hips.
“Yeah?” He bent over and suckled the head of my cock, pulling the bulbous head into his mouth like a pro.
I arched my back. “Oh, fuck.” I groaned and flexed my hips, hissing as my cock bumped the back of his throat. He gagged a little, and I grimaced. “Sorry.” I had to remind myself sometimes that he’d never been with a guy other than me. He was still pretty new to the sucking of another man’s cock thing.
But he was a quick learner. As he slurped the seeping head of my dick, he also worked the base of my cock with his hands. He sucked until my eyes rolled up in my head, and then he tongued my balls and drew them into his mouth one at a time. It was hard not to give in to the urge to thrust; I just wanted to bury my cock balls-deep in his tight throat.
When he finally pulled off, my cock stood erect, like a rocket about to launch. A lock of blond hair fell over his forehead, and he met my gaze, his eyes sizzling with need. He covered my body with his, pressing the tip of his cock to my hole. “I like to fuck you with the taste of your precum in my mouth.”
I shivered with lust and tugged at his hips. “Do it. Fuck me.”
He pushed his hips forward, and the wide head of his cock squeezed into my body. I shuddered at the delicious pressure, and he groaned and thrust deeper, breaching my tight channel. My fingers dug into his waist, and I whimpered at the perfect glide of his dick. When he was inside me, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. The weight of his cock was exquisite, filling every inch of my ass and coaxing needy groans from my throat.
We’d fucked almost every day since that first time, but today something seemed a little different. His expression was more serious, and his gaze was intense as he thrust deep. The rough skin of his thighs rubbed against mine as he flexed his hips and took me deeper still. “Fuck, so good,” he whispered, increasing the speed of his thrusts. “So tight and warm.”
“Oh, God, Seth,” I moaned, my climax creeping slowly up my spine and swirling around my swollen balls.
He kissed me, thrusting over and over, holding my gaze. “I love you, Pierce. I fucking love you.”
Excitement jumped through me at his passionate words. I wound my arms around his neck and nodded. “Yeah, I love you too. I promise never to try and kill you with knitting needles.”
He grinned and slid his hands under my ass, thrusting so deep there was no way I couldn’t come. When his swollen shaft rubbed my prostate, I lost it, my cock jerking hard and spilling a wave of cum between our stomachs. I threw my head back, shuddering with pleasure as my muscles spasmed with my climax. “Oh, shit,” I hissed, shivering as wave after wave of bliss rolled through me.
His hips stuttered and the pupils of his eyes expanded and contracted as his cock swelled inside me. A groan ripped from his chest as he stiffened, and a flash of hot seed filled me, the pressure so intense I moaned along with him.
“Oh,fuck,” I panted as his release flooded my insides, sending another wave of pleasure through me. We held each other tight, our eyes locked and our bodies trembling and shaking with the power of our mating.
Neither of us moved for a few moments, and I held him tight, loving the feel of being in his embrace. Eventually he shifted and pulled out of me, rolling onto his back but keeping one hand on my thigh.
“If I wasn’t already pregnant, I think I’d be pregnant.” I laughed softly.
He chuckled. “I needed that.”
I grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and wiped off. Then I moved to him and he pulled me close. Resting my head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart comforted me. “Sometimes I’m afraid I’m dreaming,” I said quietly.
His arm tightened. “You’re not though.”
“Yeah, but every now and then, when I wake up, I’m afraid to open my eyes. Just in case I’m still with Baxter and none of this with you is real.”
“This is real. I’m real. What I feel for you is real.”
“Okay.” I nodded, rubbing my hand over his smooth chest.
He kissed my hair. “Do you have any other fears that eat at you?”
I thought about his question. “I have nightmares where he finds me.” I shivered.
“I’d never let him hurt you.”
I nodded. “I know.” I sighed. “Luckily, he thinks I’m dead.”
“But you’re not.” He smoothed his hand over my stomach. “You’re alive and carrying my baby. Our baby.”
A warm flush of pride swept through me. “Yeah.” I smiled. “Not counting swollen ankles and puking every morning, I’m really the happiest I’ve ever been.”
He chuckled. “Me too.” He sighed. “I can’t believe how different my life is from just a month ago. My God, I have a daughter, an omega, and a baby on the way. I’m like a new man.”
