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I couldn’t seem to answer. I had trouble forming sentences. The pleasure was too much, and I tried to warn him I couldn’t take anymore. “Can’t,” I moaned. “Need to come.” The slide of his thick cock was so perfect, self-control was just a joke with him inside me. His musky scent filled my nose, driving me wild with the desire to please him.
He groaned as I clenched my muscles on his wide shaft, increasing the already painfully delicious friction. “Keep that up, and I’m done,” he wheezed.
I didn’t feel much pity for him since his every thrust had his abs stroking my aching shaft. I wiggled my hand between our writhing bodies and managed to squeeze my cock. I sighed, the pressure giving me some much needed satisfaction. I stroked myself as he bucked his hips, and my orgasm began to tingle at the base of my balls. “Need to come,” I managed to growl.
“Do it.” His eyes burned into me.
Panting, I jerked myself off, every inch of my body buzzing as my climax slowly inched from my balls and up my shaft. “Oh, shit.” The pressure as my cock swelled was agony and ecstasy all at once. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I whimpered.
His thrusts became staggered, and I knew he was close too. His lips parted as he pounded into me. “Come for me,” he moaned. “I’m gonna fill you full.”
I began stroking myself urgently, holding his gaze as the friction inside me, and that of my hand, made not coming impossible. A few more strokes, and my cum spilled from my dick, running over my fingers and flooding my abs. I cried out as my orgasm spread through me like a raging fire, consuming me, and leaving me a shuddering wreck.
“Yeah. Just like that,” he panted. His hips stuttered, and he came, his cock jerking inside me. He groaned and rocked into me, pressing his face to my throat, as his body shuddered against mine. “Sam,” he breathed.
I sighed at the warm flush of his release filling me. The moment was perfect. Nothing had ever felt as right or as perfect as Graham coming inside me. We held each other for a while, kissing until my lips were tender. He pulled out, and we curled around each other, still sticky with cum. Eventually Graham’s breathing changed, and I realized he’d fallen asleep.
My guilt at not telling him about my pregnancy returned as I lay in his arms. I didn’t want to believe that what I had with Graham was so fragile, it could end because of a pregnancy that had happened before I’d even met him. But I also knew that sometimes life could be cruel. Sometimes life threw shit at you that you could barely handle; like Ethan committing suicide, or me finding out I was pregnant, and being abandoned that same night.
But then sometimes life also sent stuff toward you that was good and true; like Graham.
Chapter Ten
Graham
I woke with my head pounding and my mouth as dry as the desert. When I opened my eyes, the sun streamed through the curtains, and I was alone in my bed. I groaned and grabbed some Advil for my headache. I washed the pills down with the water from the nightstand and slowly sat up.
The memory of fucking Sam slammed into me, and I widened my eyes. “Oh, shit,” I muttered to the empty room. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” I crawled from the bed and stumbled to the shower. I turned on the water and washed off, shampooing my hair while I was at it.
Images of my night with Sam flashed through my mind, making my cock hard, and my head ache more. What had I been thinking? I’d crossed a line with him that I couldn’t just ignore. I reassured myself with the knowledge that he’d seemed more than willing. He’d been in my room, after all. He’d touched me first and made sure I was good and aroused before I’d made any move on him. On one level I didn’t regret what had happened at all. In fact, it felt right, and I was happy about it. But there was still the possibility that he might have regrets. I dressed quickly, and left my room, heading to the kitchen to get some coffee. When I reached the kitchen, Sam was there, frying eggs and humming to himself.
When I walked in the room, he grinned, and my heart squeezed. He definitely didn’t look upset. That was a good sign. “Morning,” I said gruffly.
He moved to me and surprised me by kissing me warmly. When he pulled back, his face was flushed and his eyes gleamed with arousal. “I thought you’d never wake up.”
My face felt hot, and I poured myself a cup of coffee, attempting to look calm. I didn’t feel serene. My heart was banging against my ribs, and I wanted to kiss him some more. “You’re making breakfast?”
“Yep. Your favorite.”
I sat at the table, definitely feeling hung over. “Remind me never to drink again.”
“Um, why would I do that? It was because you were drunk that I finally got what I’ve been asking for from you.” He laughed and flipped the eggs.
I grimaced. “You okay with what happened?”
“Are you kidding? I’m in heaven.”
Relief rolled through me. “Okay, good.”
He frowned. “Aren’t you?”
I nodded quickly. “I have no regrets.”
Beaming, he turned back to his pan. He finished cooking the eggs and scooped them onto plates. Then he added some crispy bacon and toast. He carried two plates to the table, setting one in front of me. “Enjoy.”
I picked up my fork and dug into the food, needing the carbs and protein to help chase away the after effects of last night’s excessive drinking. Once I’d almost cleaned my plate, I set my fork down and sighed. “I needed that.”
He smiled. “I thought you might.”
