Page 43 of Tight End
Her hips shifted restlessly. “You know I’m always horny.”
“Gonna have to reward you for admitting it.” I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties, tugged the fabric down her thighs, and braced one hand beside her hip. The other, I slid between her legs, stroking once, spreading slick warmth. She moaned, biting her lip to muffle it since the twins’ room was across the hall.
“Let me hear those little moans, baby,” I murmured. “Kids are out cold.”
She exhaled a shameless little sound that arrowed straight to my groin. I kissed her again, swallowing the next gasp as I teased her entrance, circling lazily. She bucked against my hand, frustration blooming.
“Need you inside,” she whispered.
“Patience.” I eased two fingers in, stretching her gently. She was tight around the swell of my knuckles, velvet heat pulsing. I watched her lids flutter, her belly rise with fast breaths.
When she was slick and restless, I withdrew, slicked my length with her arousal, and positioned myself at her opening. She reached out, curling her fingers around the back of my neck and dragging me down until our foreheads touched.
“Hard,” she begged. “Don’t go easy because of the bump.”
A growl rumbled. “I’ll always give you what you need. But don’t expect me to ever be careless.”
I pushed in, my thick cock claiming her pussy inch by inch until she was surrounding me from root to tip. Her head fell back, her lips parted on a silent cry. I stilled, letting her body adjust, savoring the impossibly tight squeeze around me.
“You feel me all the way up here?” I rested my palm low on her belly. The thought that I filled her so deeply—so close to where our daughter grew—nearly unhinged me.
She whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders. “Move.”
Muscles bunched in my back as I drew almost all the way out, then thrust home again. Gentle first, then harder, steady rhythm building. The mattress creaked; her breasts bounced with each drive, her dusky nipples pebbled. I lowered my mouth, took one between my lips, sucked gently, then bit until she hissed with pleasure.
“So fucking sensitive,” I groaned before my tongue soothed the distended peak.
“I can’t help it,” she whimpered.
“Good.” I switched to the other side, lavishing it with the same greedy attention. Her back arched, her belly brushing my torso. I locked eyes with her—deep blue eyes blown wide with lust—and pounded harder.
Wet heat gripped me like a fist. Every plunge felt like sliding into molten velvet. I praised her, my voice a low rasp. “Taking me so good, baby. That’s it. Keep squeezing. You’re so fucking tight when you’re about to come. I can feel it…fuck, you’re perfect.”
Her climax hit fast—her hips jittery, and her breath fracturing. I shifted my angle, driving deeper, the blunt head of my cock brushing her most sensitive spot. She shattered around me, muffling her cry in my shoulder. Her inner muscles rippled,milking my length. I groaned, somehow holding the line until the contractions eased.
“Again,” she whispered, wild and wanton.
She wasn’t going to get an argument from me. I slammed home again, over and over. Relentlessly.
Each thrust sent soft slaps echoing, slick heat coating where we were joined. She clung to me, her hips bucking, the pace urging me. My own release coiled tight, but I wanted her undone once more. Needed it like air.
“You love how I fuck the orgasm out of you, don’t you?” I asked, my breath ragged.
She nodded, words lost.
“Let me feel it. Let me fucking feel you come.”
Her eyes rolled, her spine bowing as another orgasm ripped through her.
“That’s it, baby. Ride it out. Just like that. You’re gonna milk every drop out of me.”
The sight of her flushed face, quivering tits, and belly rounded with our child tipped me over. I locked deep, my pulse thundering, and released into her with a low, broken moan. Hot seed spilled, and I swore I felt her body draw it in—a primal claim.
For long seconds, I hovered, my forearms braced on either side of her head, sweat cooling. When I could finally breathe, I eased to my side, keeping her close so I stayed buried inside her. “Damn, baby. You make me want to fuck you again the second I stop. That’s how addictive you are.”
She made a pleased, sated sound and tucked her head under my chin.
“I’m not even gonna say I told you so,” I murmured, my palm smoothing over her belly.
