Never Say Never: Gravel Hill Boys Book Two

50. Ian

Her face wet with tears,Madison held tight and kissed me senseless. Scooping her into my lap, I licked along the seam of her mouth. Lips, soft as velvet, opened and my tongue plunged into her sweet mouth.

“Goddamn, Maddie,” I muttered as I kissed along her jaw and up to the place behind her ear that made her shudder in my arms. “I want to fuck you more than I want my next breath.”

She mewled like a kitten and it had me wanting to go all caveman on her. I wouldn’t; I had enough sense to be careful with her, but damn if I didn’t want to flip her over, tear off her leggings, and fuck her into next week.

One day,I promised myself. For now, I’d keep myself in check. If sex was on the table, I’d take good care of her. In fact…I eyed the dining table on the other side of the room. The thing looked sturdy enough, the height was perfect, and there’d be no extra pressure on her belly. Of course if Bailey ever found out I fucked Madison on her table she might fuck me up, but how would she ever know? Not to mention, I paid for everything.

I debated for two more seconds before remembering I was trying to be a responsible adult. Responsible adults didn’t fuck their baby mamas on the table where their assistant would eat her meals and entertain guests.

I rose from the sofa with Madison in my arms and carried her into the bedroom where I gently lay her down on the bed. “It’s taking everything I have in me to keep from burying myself balls deep in you right this second,” I said, tearing off my flannel shirt and tugging my T-shirt over my head. I slipped my fingers into the waist band of her leggings and gently pulled them down her hips.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly and I worried that she wasn’t getting enough oxygen. I kneeled over her and brushed my lips over hers. “I love that you’re as hot for me as I am for you.” Her pupils were blown, and I kissed her tenderly, slowing things down. I nipped her bottom lip, capturing it between my teeth for a moment, and then releasing it. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “That’s my good girl.”

I went back to her leggings only to be stymied when I tried to remove her Burberry ankle boots. I turned her foot one way, then the other before trying to tug them off over her foot.

“Ow.”

“Sorry. How the hell do you get these off?”

“Undo the buckle on the side, then unwind the straps that crisscross, and then pull them off.”

“How did you get them on?” I asked, fiddling with the buckle. “Can you still bend over?”

The frown she gave me had me worried that removing her shoes would be the last thing I’d get to remove for the foreseeable future, but I lucked out.

“Yes, Ian. I can bend my knee and bring my ankle up near my hip and swivel enough to reach the buckle. It wasn’t easy, and chances are that I won’t be able to do it again anytime soon. In fact, unless my shoes are slip-ons from here on out, I may actually be barefoot and pregnant.”

I tugged off the second bootie and grinned. “You’re in West Virginia now, darlin’,” I said, digging deep into my good ol’ boy accent. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.”

With a growl, she tried to wiggle her toes against my ribcage, but I slid out of the way before she could land the hit. I wrested off her socks and leggings, grabbed her by the ankles, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. We locked eyes, and beginning at her bellybutton, I made my way down the curve of her bump while my mouth watered for a taste.

When I could no longer see her over the swell of her belly, she teased softly. “Hey, where’d you go?”

I flattened my tongue and ready to devour her, I licked her from top to bottom, savoring her sweetness.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, “there you are.”

She brought one knee up and dug her heel into the edge of the bed, pushing up and against my mouth. Her arms reached for me, but her belly worked against her. I’d love nothing more than to hold her still and show her who was in charge here, but I was unable to use my forearm to press her into the mattress.

I had so many plans for after the baby came.

I placed a gentle kiss at the juncture of her thigh and pussy before pulling back. “Stop squirming or I’ll stop.”

“No,” she moaned.

A quick nip of her inner thigh. “Then behave.”

She answered with something that sounded like a cross between a grumble and a growl. I was glad she couldn’t see me grinning. “What was that?”

A long exhale and then, “It feels so good, it’s hard to stay still.”

Another long, slow lick. “But you will, right?”

“Yessir.”

Now I was the one moaning, and my dick was so hard, I could hammer nails. “That’s my good girl.”

Her legs dropped open, widening for me, so I feasted. Her moans grew louder and longer. When her legs started to tremble, I knew she was close. I slid two fingers into her pussy and massaged her inner walls. She began chanting my name and knowing she was ready to fall over the edge, I curled my fingers upward, hitting that most sensitive spot while covering her clit with my mouth and sucking hard.

When she detonated, I feared she might actually lift up and off the bed. Her legs shook and her body shuddered. Her sweet honey coated my tongue and my lips and I drank her down, surprised that I didn’t blow my load right along with her, it was that hot. But I didn’t, which meant I needed to fuck her. Now.

“Are you ready for me, darlin’?” I kicked off my shoes and yanked off my jeans. If she said no, I would cry.

“Ian,” she cried, her voice hoarse. “Yes. Please fuck me.”

Oh, hell yeah. I climbed on the bed but couldn’t take her the way I would normally in a hurried situation. I couldn’t flip her over onto her belly, and I was too tall to stand and take her that way.

Her eyes opened slowly. “Ian.” Her arms reached for me, and I wanted to fucking cry. My mind stuttered and then picked up speed. I’d read at least two dozen books on pregnancy and childbirth. There had to have been something about sex this late in the game. An idea flashed in my head.

I jumped off the bed and raced into the other room.

“Ian,” she called, confused. “What the hell?”

“Coming!” I raced back, carrying a rattan footstool with an upholstered cushion on top of it. I set it beside the bed, then dropped down atop the cushion onto my knees, which put me at the perfect height to access her sweet pussy.

“Hang on.” I lined up the head of my cock with her entrance and ran it up and down her slit, making sure she was still wet enough to take me.

“How you doin’, baby?” I gritted out.

“So good,” she purred.

I gently pushed her legs wider. We’d been getting closer and closer to this moment for so long, I couldn’t believe it was finally going to happen.

“This isn’t going to take long,” I warned her. A stiff breeze could make me come at this point.

“I don’t care,” she panted.

I slid in slowly, inch by inch. I’d never gone without a condom. Ever. This was all new to me. It was a feeling like nothing I’d experienced before. My teeth clenched and my eyes rolled so far back into my head. I was pretty sure I was looking at the inside of my skull.

Despite wanting to take her hard and fast, I took it slow, giving her time to adapt and me time to not blow my load like a two-pump chump.

We moaned in harmony, and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. When I was fully seated, I braced my body above her on one arm and reached for one of her perfect tits with the other hand. I was trying to be gentle, but it wasn’t easy. I ran my thumb over her peaked nipple. Her body gave a little shiver that had her inner walls squeezing my dick.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan.

“I can’t hold off,” I told her, punching my hips upward.

Her legs wrapped around my thighs and her nails dug into my arm. “Go, go. I’m good,” she cried.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“Ian, pleeease.”

I pulled out and pushed back in, still holding back, but it was getting harder.

“God, you feel amazing.” Her breaths turned to pants, and she let out a long, low cry before her pussy gripped my cock once more and began to pulsate. She was coming again, and I was seconds away from falling over the edge right along with her.

“Hang on,” I grunted. A tingling sensation began at the base of my spine, rising up. My balls contracted, and my cock screamed for relief. I finally let go and fucked my way to one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. My hips ground against her pussy and I held myself still while I spilled inside her. It wasn’t easy, but I forced my eyes open and experienced this exquisite creature climaxing beneath me. A blush covered her breasts and crept up her chest and neck, leaving her pink and flushed and so incredibly beautiful.

Three words sprang to the tip of my tongue, but I bit them back. It was the intensity of the moment, that’s all.

Too soon.