Page 77 of The Comeback

“God, yes.” The first quiver of orgasm flutters, but I push it back, striving for more pleasure. The intensity of his movements increases, making my nipples ache. Don’t stop. I’m too afraid to say the words out loud and have him do the opposite. His teasing has taken me to the point of no return, and if he stops this time, I might knock him upside the head.

God, just a little more. I need–something. I grind my core into his face, but it’s not enough. My nipples. My eyes pop open, and I grab my breasts, cupping them and pinching on the hard, aching nubs. The second I tug on my nipples, stretching them toward the ceiling, I gasp, “Fuck. Yes. Fuck.” I clench at his fingers, sucking down on his digits, not allowing him to move as I greedily come.

He crawls up my body and braces his arms on either side of the pillow while staring into my eyes. The love there makes the butterflies dance in my belly. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down to me. Our mouths crash together into a flurry of lips, teeth, tongues, and a demand for annihilation. There’s no way I could have given this up. Him. Us. Our family. If he had moved, I’d have followed him. It’s not about weakness. It’s about him completing me.

He grasps my hips, guides himself into my still quivering sex, and lunges to the hilt. My eyes widen, and my mouth drops open as each battering of my sex fills and stretches me. Lord, that feels so good. He makes my heart soar.

With him, anything is possible. What we see as kids colors our lenses, but it isn’t always what’s going on. We aren’t old enough to understand the intricacies of adult relationships and assign the wrong values to them.

The intense friction of the head of his cock grinding into my sex makes my legs shake. I barely got over the last orgasm, and now I’m racing headfirst into the next one. “Harder.”

He swivels his hips, and the pressure lessons.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” I dig my nails into his back and drag him deeper inside of me.

Sweat drips down his forehead from his exertion. “So, fucking tight,” he growls, lays down on top of me, grabs my ass, and fucks me until stars flash behind my eyes.

“Oh, God.” I clasp onto him like I’m crawling onto his body as the next orgasm floods over me.

“Fuuuuuck.” He stiffens and shudders as my pussy sucks spurt after spurt of semen out of him until I’ve milked him dry.

We collapse with a thud onto the mattress, and our gasps fill the room. The red light of the fire alarm flashes in a slow cadence. I remember when I thought those things had cameras in them. I cringe. They don’t, do they?

He flops his head over and frowns. “What?”

“Do you think they have cameras in the smoke detectors?”

“Well, if they do, they got an epic view of my ass.” He winks. “My multimillion-dollar ass.”

I smack his stomach with the back of my hand. “There’s no ego on you.”

“You love me for it.” He wraps his arms around me and hauls me against his chest.

“You’re right. I do.”

“Keep those words in mind. You’re going to need them soon.”

My heart skips a beat. “We don’t have to get married.”

He gives me a look, making it clear he disproves of what I said. “Yes, we do. Not just because I’m a responsible guy, but also because I love you and want to marry you. And because of the baby. And for our families. Your father will expect us to get married. By the way, he’s going to be relieved when I tell him you took me back.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes.” He threads his fingers through my hair. “I told him I was going to quit football to be with you.”

I pull back and stare at him. “You did what?”

“After we got back to the stadium today, I told him that since I didn’t have a contract, I assumed I was being traded and told him I was quitting to stay here with you.”

Oh, my gosh. My eyes sting with tears. Not that I doubted he loved me, but to know he was planning to give everything up for me was the icing on the cupcake. Ugh. Cupcakes. I’m not going to eat those for a while. “I can’t believe you were going to do that.”

“I’d do anything for you.” He raises up and kisses my lips. The pressure is light and sweet. The longer it goes on, the greater the need builds between my legs. I rotate my hips as I squeeze my thighs together.

“Lord.” He flops back onto the mattress with his head hitting the pillow. “If pregnancy is going to turn you into a nympho, I need to up my training routine.”

“Yeah.” I nod and trail my fingernail over his nipple. “I think we have a serious problem. I can’t get enough of your dick.”

He groans as if he’s upset. “The sacrifices I’m going to need to make.”

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