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“It is, because I don’t care if I get to where I look like I swallowed a watermelon, you and I are not pregnant until a baby is pushed from my vagina and I see it breathing.”
“Gonna say this one more time, but your body, your choice. And straight up, I got no problem telling off any jackass who dare ask if my wife is pregnant. Shit’s rude. They’ll deserve my ass-chewing and be damn lucky if I don’t give them a beat down, too. You say the word, and I will fuck them up.”
She shakes in silent laughter. “Hush.”
“I’m hushing.”
“Well, your dick’s not.”
“Can’t help that I get hard when you’re acting a little”—I pause to come up with something that’s not gonna get me unlaid, knowing I’m going raw tonight and feeling her with not one thing between us, not even secrets—“emotional.”
“Good save, player.” She nudges me gently.
My nose flares when she nudges me a second time, and then looks back at me with those blue-grays, giving me a silent plea for more than just my covered dick resting on her back.
I slide my palms up her shirt, happy that the sling is gone, cup her tits, and toy with her nipples, giving them equal attention. I lick a slow sensual line behind her ear before sucking on her lobe and feeling her body shiver against me. Then I slide one hand down the tight, soft skin of her belly, pushing my fingertips under the waistband of her pajama bottoms, and smile when I feel that she’s not wearing underwear.
She reaches back and runs her hands up the back of my neck, lightly scratching my scalp with her fingernails as she leans fully into me. I push my hands farther down, cupping her bare pussy, rubbing the palm of my hand back and forth slowly, causing her to whimper. Then I run a finger lightly over her split slit, but not pushing it inside of her, not yet.
Rolling her nipple between my fingers, plucking gently, while still teasing her pussy, her hips begin to thrust.
“I fully plan to go to a town on this hot fucking body of yours, but right now, I just want to feel you, Gwendolyn. Feel my fiancée, the woman I’m going to marry,” I whisper, dipping my fingertip between her wet folds just a little bit more.
She turns and looks up at me, lips parted, breaths more labored, and I press my lips to hers. Our tongues immediately find each other’s, and the deeper she licks inside my mouth, the deeper my finger goes and the harder she rocks against my palm.
She turns and faces me. “Leland, take me to bed.”
I grab two handfuls of her luscious ass and lift her up. Her legs are around me, and her lips crash against mine again, kissing, fucking kissing this woman, my girl. I could do this all day, every day, three hundred sixty-five days out of the fucking year, for the rest of my life, and I plan to do just that.
After setting her on the edge of the bed, I walk over and shut the door, peeling clothes off as I return to her and start stripping her.
She’s naked, and I’m between her legs when she whispers, “I want your cock. I want it so bad.”
“Never been one to deny you, but I need a lick first.”
Pulling her legs up gently, resting them on my shoulders, I lean down and hum against her cunt, sucking on her lips, tasting her fucking essence, and loving every second of it.
Her hands twist my hair, and not in a way that’s gentle. Oh no, not my girl. She has always known what she wants and has never been afraid to ask for it, demand, or just take it. It’s so fucking sexy. So fucking Gwendolyn.
Peering up at her, my mouth still on her pussy, I ask, “You need to be filled, sugar?”
She closes her eyes tight and nods. “So badly. I wanna feel that barbell inside of me.”
“Fuck yeah, you do,” I groan then suck on her clit while pushing one finger inside of her, kinda feeling how wet she is. I curl it up and rub her G-spot to the same rhythm I suck on her clit. Her hips rise up, and she begins to fuck my face desperately, trying to find her release.
I move my finger faster now, in and out of her, helping her get there, fucking her deeply while my tongue works her clit, until she begins to tremble, her pussy weeping, juices now coating my mouth.
“I could fucking bathe in you.”
Her nails sink into my shoulders, biting into my muscles, and her thighs clamp against the sides of my face. “Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes.”
Her nails retract, her uninjured arm rises above her head, and her hand grips the duvet as her body starts to shake and she cries out my name, a dozen or so curse words, as well, shaking and rocking against me, taking what’s hers.
When her body starts to relax, I gently lay her legs back on the bed and stand up, eyes glued on her glistening pussy. Beautiful. Hand on my cock, I stroke myself as I watch her tits rise and fall.
Once she notices, she drags herself up to the top of the bed. I crawl up, kissing up her thighs, across her abdomen, up her torso, stopping at each tit to lick and suck, all but eating one and then the other.
With one hand, I push up, making sure to keep my weight off of her as I drag my cock up and down her drenched seam. Her eyes flutter open, and she’s got that post-orgasmic haze clouding her beautiful blue-gray eyes as I sink slowly, inch by inch, into her hot, wet, tight pussy.
