9. Matt #2
I fuck her with my tongue, slow and deep, then pull back to suck on her clit. Her hands fly to my hair, fisting in it, tugging hard enough to sting. I groan against her pussy and the vibration makes her shake.
"Matt—please—I can't?—"
I flatten my tongue and lick her from bottom to top, then seal my lips around her clit and suck. Hard.
She screams. Her back arches clean off the bed, her thighs trembling violently around my head. I don't let up. I work her with my mouth, alternating between sucking and licking and flicking my tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves until she's sobbing.
"Please—please—Matt?—"
Her taste floods my mouth, slick and addictive. I can't get enough. I push two fingers inside her and she clenches around them, tight and hot and perfect. I curl them up, finding that spot that makes her see stars, and she nearly comes off the bed.
"Oh fuck—oh fuck—Matt?—"
I pump my fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of my tongue on her clit. Her walls flutter around me, her whole body wound tight as a spring. She's close. I can feel it in the way her thighs shake, the way her breathing turns ragged and desperate.
I suck harder, crook my fingers deeper, and she breaks.
Her orgasm rips through her like a storm. She screams my name, her pussy clamping down on my fingers so hard it almost hurts. I work her through it, licking and sucking and stroking until she's a sobbing, trembling mess beneath me.
When the aftershocks finally fade, I pull my fingers out and lick them clean. She tastes like heaven.
I crawl back up her body, kissing a path along her stomach, between her breasts, up her throat. When I reach her mouth, she kisses me back hard, tasting herself on my tongue.
"Inside me." Her voice is wrecked, raw. "Now. Please."
I line myself up, the head of my cock nudging her entrance. She's slick and swollen, still pulsing from her orgasm. I push in slow, feeling every inch of her tight heat wrap around me.
"Fuck—" The word guts out of me. She's so hot, so wet. Her walls grip me like a vice as I sink deeper, stretching her.
Mira's mouth drops open, her eyes rolling back. "Oh God—Matt—you're so big?—"
I keep going, inch by inch, until I'm buried to the hilt. She's shaking beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders. I hold still for a breath, letting her adjust, feeling her pulse around me.
Then I pull back and thrust.
Her cry echoes off the walls. I do it again, harder this time, and she clamps down on me. The friction is perfect—slick and tight and so damn good I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right there.
I set a rhythm, deep and steady. Each thrust punches a gasp from her lungs. Her breasts bounce with every movement, milk beading at the nipples and spilling over in thin streams. The sight makes me groan. White trails run down the curves, pooling in the hollow of her throat.
"Look at you." My voice comes out rough, strained. "So full. Leaking all over yourself."
She whimpers, her head thrashing on the pillow. "Matt—oh God—don't stop?—"
I wouldn't stop if the damn house was on fire. I drive into her harder, faster, chasing the pleasure building at the base of my spine. Her pussy flutters around me, squeezing and releasing in waves. Milk flows freely now, soaking her chest, dripping onto the quilt beneath us.
I lean down and catch a drop on my tongue, licking a path up her breast. She tastes sweet and rich, and I suck her nipple into my mouth while I fuck her. More milk floods my mouth and I swallow it down, groaning against her skin.
"Matt—I'm gonna—oh fuck?—"
Her whole body goes taut. Her back arches, her thighs lock around my waist, and she comes with a scream that cuts through the room. Her walls clench around me so tight I see stars. The sensation drags me over the edge.
I bury myself deep and let go. Pleasure slams through me, white-hot and blinding. I pump into her, filling her with everything I have, my cock pulsing as I empty myself inside her. Her name rips from my throat, raw and broken.
We collapse together, both of us shaking, gasping for air. Her chest heaves against mine, milk still leaking between us, warm and slick.
When I finally catch my breath, I ease out of her. Cum spills from her pussy, thick and white, running down her thighs. I scoop it up with my fingers and push it back inside, filling her again.
She whimpers, oversensitive, her hips twitching.
"Gonna get you pregnant." I work my fingers deeper, making sure none of it escapes. "Gonna keep you full of me until it takes."
"You already did."
I freeze, my fingers still inside her. "What?"
She looks up at me, her eyes bright and wet. A wobbly smile tugs at her lips. "I'm pregnant."
The words don't register. I pull my hand back, stare at her like she just spoke a different language.
"You're—"
"Pregnant." She reaches for my hand, presses it flat against her stomach. "About six weeks, I think. I took a test this morning. It's positive."
My brain stutters. Tries to catch up. Six weeks. That means?—
"The first time." My voice comes out thick. "When you asked me to help you in the bathroom."
She nods. "I was ovulating. You kept saying how you were gonna knock me up, and—" Her laugh breaks. "You did."
I can't breathe. Can't think. My hand is still on her belly, warm and soft under my palm. There's a baby in there. Our baby.
"Matt?" She touches my face. "Say something."
I kiss her. Hard and desperate, pouring everything I can't put into words against her mouth. She kisses me back, her fingers tangling in my hair, and when we finally break apart we're both gasping.
"I'm happy." The words tumble out rough. "So damn happy, Mira."
Her smile lights up her whole face. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." I kiss her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. "We need to tell them."
Her smile drops. "What?"
"Our parents." I sit up, pull her with me. "We tell them. Today. Right now."
"Matt, no?—"
"This can't wait." I cup her face, make her look at me. "You're carrying my baby. That changes everything."
She pulls back, wraps her arms around herself. "I don't want to tell them yet."
"Mira—"
"After what happened at the barn, your dad probably already hates me. And my mom?" She laughs, bitter. "After Harper asked me about you while she watched? She already suspects something's going on."
"Exactly, that's why we need to tell them the truth."