Page 111 of Together We Burn
“We’ve got Nate’s party,” I protested weakly. We both knew I would give her as many orgasms as she needed before we left. But one of us had to voice our other obligations.
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees, grasping at my belt buckle, unzipping and freeing my hard cock, already heavy and throbbing from her rubbing against me, from my pants.
My hand flew to her hair, tangling it in my fingers and pulling at the strands. Her warm tongue licked from the base to the tip, swirling around the sensitive spot at the top, then moaning as she lapped at the precum on the crown.
“Yes,” I hissed through my teeth as she twirled her tongue around the head of my cock before taking me fully into her hot, wet mouth. She groaned as my grip on her hair tightened, her head bobbing up and down, hitting the back of her throat, and gagging slightly at the contact.
Fuck,her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock was enough to make me blow.
I pulled my hips back, forcing her to pop off my dick, and I brought her to her feet. “I want to come inside your pussy, not your mouth,” I told her, pushing the long, wavy skirt she’d chosen for the party from her hips, letting it flutter down her legs to the floor.
Covering her lips with mine, I tasted myself on her tongue as I pushed her toward the spare bed I had yet to dismantle. I looped my thumbs into her panties and pushed them over her ass, dropping to my knees, and helping her step out of them.
Sex was slower now, gentler. Taking my time and being soft with her was unusual for us. We fucked hard and fast and rough, but she was carrying something precious, and I’d be damned if anything happened to our baby because we couldn’t contain ourselves.
Stefany slid up onto the bed and spread her legs. I kicked off my pants and boxers and was about to crawl on top of her when she raised her hand.
“Take your shirt off,” she said, pulling her t-shirt over her head, followed by her bra. “I need you naked.”
I licked my lips at the sight of her. Being pregnant looked so fucking good on Stefany. Her shiny long wavy dark hair flared around her face on the pillow, her nipples, her full round tits bigger than before because of my baby growing in her belly. She was absolutely spectacular lying naked and ready for me.
Unbuttoning my shirt, I tossed it on top of Stefany’s discarded clothes and joined her on the bed, positioning myself between her legs and running the tip of my cock through her wet pussy.
“I’ll never get over how wet I find you are for me,” I said, edging forward. “Every damn time. Always so fucking ready for my cock. Your greedy little pussy dripping for me.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she commanded, wrapping her legs around my waist and digging her heels into my ass as she impaled herself on my cock with a cry.
Her eyes fluttered shut as I pulled out of her, agonisingly slow. The feeling of her tightening around my dick, so close to the edge already, and I’d not been inside her long.
I dropped my head to the little hollow at the base of her neck, circling it with my tongue, then kissing up the slender column of her throat. She moaned and mewled and wiggled her ass against the mattress.
“Marry me, Stefany,” I whispered in her ear.
“What? No,” she said with a gasp as I thrust in harder than I wanted.
The girl drove me crazy each time she refused my proposal. This was how it had been a year after she moved in. I’d ask, and she’d say no, and give me some bullshit excuse. As much as she had tried over the past two years, she sometimes couldn’t take off the emotionally closed-off mask she’d been wearing since she was a child.
“Why not? We live together. You’re having my baby…”
“Don’t you dare say it’s the next logical step,” she moaned, cutting me off by covering my mouth. I shook away her hand and leaned back on my knees, taking a nipple between my fingers, only needing to tug lightly at the sensitive peak before she moaned beneath me, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Well, it is. Last time I asked, you said no because you had to renew your concealed carry permit, and the time before that, it was because I needed Alex’s approval, which I got. How is being pregnant with my kid not a good enough reason for you to be my wife?”
“I’m not marrying you because I’m having your baby, Jake,”
“When, then?”
“Will you stop asking me life-changing questions when you’re balls deep inside me and instead make me come?”
“Marry me because you love me, Stefany.”
“I’d love you more if you let me come.”
Narrowing my gaze at her, I stopped thrusting my hips, grabbed her ankles, and held her legs against my chest. I’d wait a lifetime if that’s what it took for her to be my wife, but now it was getting fucking stupid. Her eyes were still closed, and there was a hint of a smile at the edges of her lips.
“How many times are you going to make me ask?” I queried, laughing as she cracked one eye open.
She shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
