Page 22 of Secret Baby with My One Timer

“Oliver...”

I step closer

There’s a moment between us before our lips crash into a passionate kiss. Our bodies press against one another as a wave of warmth and desire washes over me.

She arches into me with a sigh, opening her mouth to kiss me back passionately, as my hands roam her body, exploring every curve and dip.

The kiss grows deeper and fiery. I love the way her warm mouth feels, and the way she clings to me with her body molded to mine. Both of her hands dig into my hair, wanting me closer to her, sending shivers down my spine that she’s all heat and hunger. That surprises me. But then, so am I.

I want more.

I want to her to be underneath me as she claws my back and comes for me. I want my name on her breathy gasps as I thrust deep inside her body.

I drag the hem of her top and pull it over her shoulders and off her arms. Staring at her body as her fingers slowly drift to her tummy.

“I want it all, Taylor.”

“My body isn’t like it used to be.”

“You’re perfect. Your body is beautiful. Every curve, every...”

“Stretch mark,” she whimpers.

I remove her hand, slowly unbuttoning her jeans as I kiss the place she is trying to hide.

I look up at her, our eyes locking in the moment, fueling the passion that has been building between us. Her lips tremble as I continue, “But that’s what makes you, Taylor.” As I lean in and kiss those marks, I trace them softly with my tongue, sending shivers down her spine.

Her hands hold my head, feeling the warmth of my skin. She pulls me to her, her breaths becoming shallow. My own hands explore her body, caressing her curves and guiding her towards the bed.

As she lies down, I can’t help but stare at the beauty that is her body. It’s not just the stretch marks that make her unique, but the freckles and the birthmark that is on her hip. Every imperfection is perfect.

I step back as I drag my tee shirt off my body and step out of my pants, leaving the two of us in only our underwear.

“Do you have condoms?” she asks. I shake my head. “There’s some in the bathrooms, I’ll get them. I don’t want to wake Holly.”

“You have condoms?”

“Do you think I’ve been a saint?” She arches an eyebrow.

“I have... I’ve had no one since you.”

She’s silent for a moment while she takes that in. “Neither have I. They’re my mother’s. She had a boyfriend for a while.” She grimaces, and I laugh.

I kiss her hard on her lips. “Get them. Or we could give Holly a sibling.”

She purses her lips and leaves the bedroom. When she returns, we discard of our underwear in a flash. She hands me the condom. “I don’t want to break it.”

I grin. “Oh, I don’t know. Holly needs a sibling.”

“Oliver...” she warns.

I roll the condom on my dick and smile. “Keep saying my name, especially when you’re coming. I want to hear how sweet it sounds when you’re breathless.”

“That’s it, Oliver. Right there. Don’t stop. Give me more,” she says and laughs.

I pull her to me and plunge my lips on hers as I lower us onto the bed.

Her hands grip my waist, her nails digging into my skin as I press forward, stretching and filling her completely in one thrust.

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