Chapter Twenty-Five
Adam
I woke up in the middle of the night with my arm around Lainey’s waist and my stiff dick situated in the cleft of her naked ass. I wanted to wake her up and go for round two, but I knew she was going to have to wake up soon and feed Conor.
She needed her rest, not some horndog trying to fuck her at two in the morning. She’d already made me see stars when she’d taken me in her mouth earlier.
But why was she grinding her ass against my cock now?
Was she having a sex dream?
“Are you going to fuck me already?”
Nope, not a dream.
“I don’t have condoms, baby girl.”
“I’m clean. They tested me for everything under the sun when I was pregnant.”
“I’m clean, too. That’s not what I’m worried about. I don’t think you want to give Conor a sibling so soon, do you?”
“Breast feeding is a form of birth control. For the first few months, anyway.”
My cock moved at the idea of fucking her raw. I’d never gone without protection.
I skimmed my hand from her stomach to between her thighs, and I murmured in her ear, “So are you going to take my cock like a good girl?”
She pressed her ass harder against my dick.
“Every. Inch.”
Oh fuck!
Her sassiness was going to be my downfall.
“Are you wet for me, princess?”
“Why don’t you check and see.”
“I’m going to spank that pussy if you keep talking back.”
“Promise?”
She shrieked softly when I flipped her onto her back and spread her legs. Without hesitating, I delivered three swift blows to her clit.
The little minx moaned and lifted her hips.
I smeared her juices around her labia and clit and admonished, “You’re a dirty girl. Look how wet your pussy is.”
“The easier to fuck me with your big cock,” she taunted as she swiveled her hips against my length.
Gripping my dick, I rubbed the tip against her clit, and she let out a soft moan as her hands cupped her tits over her bra. She hadn’t taken the thing off, and after our conversation earlier, I suspected I knew why.
“You like that, dirty girl?”
“Yesssss.”
“Are you going to come on my cock like you did my face?”
“If your cock is as good as your tongue, I will.”
I pulled my dick away and delivered three more swats.
Her mouth formed an “O,” and she spread her legs wider.
I massaged her little nub and growled, “You’re a naughty slut, aren’t you?”
“Yessss,” she purred. “You should punish me with your cock. Punish me hard.”
My dick was leaking with need for her. Unable to hold out any longer, I pressed the tip against her entrance and thrust forward.
We both groaned as I slid inside her wet, welcoming heat.
“You feel so good, princess.”
I’d never fucked someone bare. I was going to have to go slow, or I was going to blow my load before we even got started.
Lainey was not interested in slow.
“Fuck me, Adam,” she commanded as she grabbed my ass with both hands. “Fuck me hard.”
I chuckled as I sat back on my heels and massaged her clit with my cock.
“I don’t think you understand just how good your pussy feels, baby. If I fuck you hard, I’m going to come.” I rubbed her pearl harder. “And there’s no way I’m coming before you, princess.”
Her smile was smug, like she was proud of how easily she’d pushed me to the edge with almost no effort.
I pushed my cock back inside her and thrust hard to remind her—or maybe myself—that I was still in charge.
“Mmm… I love how your tits bounce when I fuck you hard, baby.”
I pulled back out, and, using my free hand, I dragged her clit’s hood back to expose more of her hard little nub as I rubbed my wet dick against it.
“Your clit’s so fat, dirty girl. You love getting fucked.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I love your fat cock inside my wet pussy. I love being your dirty girl. Fuck your dirty girl, Adam. Make me come all over your big dick as you fill my pussy with your thick cum.”
Goddamn.
Lainey had a dirtier mouth than me. And I was there for it.
I rubbed her faster with my fingers and pushed my cock deep inside her.
“Tell me when you’re close, princess.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered in response.
“Not a chance, baby. I want to feel that wet pussy quiver around my cock.”
Her breaths came is short gasps as she clenched her cunt around my dick.
“Yes! Oh fuck, Adam! I’m—”
She lurched forward as her body writhed in ecstasy under me. It only took a few thrusts until I joined her over the edge.
It was the closest thing I’d ever come to coming at the same time as my partner. And it was hot as hell.
I lay on top of her, careful not to crush her, while my cock was still buried in her pussy. Normally this would be where I’d pull out and dispose of the condom before I softened. It was erotic knowing my cum was already in her pussy, and I didn’t have to worry about that.
I felt her fingers trace up and down my spine as our breathing normalized.
“Am I crushing you?”
I felt her shake her head. “No. But I think your cum is leaking down my ass crack.”
“That is fucking hilarious, yet hot.” I pulled out and dropped a quick peck to her lips. “I’ll be right back.”
As I pulled the towel from the bar, I heard Conor cry.
Perfect timing, little man.
****
Lainey
At Adam’s suggestion, I brought Conor back to my room at the same time Adam was returning from the kitchen in his boxer briefs with a glass of water.
He set the water on the nightstand and reached for my hungry baby.
“Get comfy, honey.”
After I propped some pillows behind my back, Adam handed Conor to me. He then plucked a few throw pillows from the pile on the floor and situated them at my sides.
“Do you need anything other than water, baby?”
His attentiveness made my insides feel mushy.
“No, I’m good. Thank you.”
I expected him to leave, maybe go watch TV in the living room or fall asleep on the air mattress. Instead, he lay at the foot of the bed, with his elbow at ninety degrees and his head in his hand and watched me nurse my son.
“You’re so amazing,” he murmured softly as he gently caressed my calf. “I can’t believe you’ve been doing this all by yourself.”
I huffed out a humorless laugh.
“I didn’t really have much of a choice.”
He leaned over and placed a kiss on the inside of my knee.
“No, I guess not.”
We were quiet until I switched breasts, and I told Adam, “He doesn’t nurse as long in the middle of the night.”
“When will he sleep through the night?”
“My doctor said in another month or two, he might sleep five or six hours. And I’ve read that by eight months, some babies sleep eight hours.”
“Fingers crossed he’s one of them.”
“Heck, I’d be thrilled with five or six hours.”
We fell back into a comfortable, sleepy silence until Conor was done.
Adam noticed immediately and hopped up to take him from me, then kiss my forehead.
“Go to sleep, princess. I’ve got him.”
“You don’t have to—”
“It’s the least I can do. I’ve kept you up all night, and you already operate on too little sleep. Little man and I came to an understanding the other morning.”
I wanted to argue, but between the orgasms and my comfy, warm bed, I didn’t have it in me.
So I moved the throw pillows and sunk back under the covers with a satisfied smile.
I did manage to have enough manners to murmur, “Thank you,” before dozing off.