79. Bonus Chapter
Clay
Three months later…
She runs her hesitant little hands along my thighs. She grips the thick muscles within, seeking stability as she bobs over me, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.
I loosen her throat up.
Naked between my knees, she grinds her pussy on her pillow, her small belly swollen at the hips, sways with the motion. The plug in her arse is surely pressing against her inner wall.
She looks comfortable.
That’s important to me.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Keep your pretty body moving, but your head is to stay very still. Let me slide down your throat. Let me take your mouth the way I want.”
I massage her slim neck, enjoying the vibration of her moans and whimpers on my cock and in my palm.
Her body shudders on the pillow, a little orgasm stirring through her.
“That’s lovely,” I praise, enjoying the jiggling of her breasts, larger than normal now that she is pregnant.
She finishes herself with slow circles of her hips, gentle and endearing. Christ, I like to watch… It’s nothing like the orgasms I give her, but she will have a few more before I fill her throat with my cum and watch her lick me clean with eagerness.
Her fingers flex on my thighs.
The lack of an engagement ring bothers me. I am going to marry her…
She knows she is my fiancé, despite not having a ring on her finger. As soon as the divorce is finalised, I will put one there. I have already sourced the perfect diamond for her—a diamond with a royal history—and I am waiting for it to arrive at the jeweller.
Her eyes well up as I inch deeper, but she doesn’t break our eye contact. “Good girl. Keep your enchanting gaze on me. You can trust me.”
Sliding my hand to her nape, I cup the back of her head and stroke her scalp with my fingertips, soothing her while I pull her closer.
She tries to breathe around my cock. The rise of her chest quickening.
I smile at her, my lovely little pregnant girl, and she visibly relaxes under my expression.
You’re my air, sweet girl.
Show me I am yours.
I thrust into her until her lips meet my pelvis, stretched around me. “ Christ .”
I drop my head back to the sofa. I’ve had more women than I can count, and none suck cock in such a pretty way. With such a demure enjoyment, an innocent desire to please me.
Her tongue undulates on the underside, and a groan fills my chest to the motion. Heat gathers in my balls, and I clench my teeth.
“One more for you first, little deer.”
I edge out a few inches and look down at her again, the order in my eyes spurring her to reach a shaky hand between her thighs. Her lashes patter her cheeks as she strokes her clit and sucks me.
“That’s my very good girl.”
A few minutes pass and another whimper twists around my cock as she comes. Fuck me. I need that.
Taking her deep again, I work her mouth in thorough drives.
Her hands flex with uncertainty, her eyes widen, and saliva slides along my shaft. Gaging softly, she swallows to my deep thrusting and sucks air in through her nose.
I can’t take my eyes off her now.
So pretty.
I hold her deep and rock, still reassuring her with my touch that I’ll never take her too far or force her into any discomfort I wasn’t certain she could handle.
“Your mouth is the perfect little hole for my cock, sweet girl. A flawless pink heart stretched to my root; your moans make the sweetest vibrations. Your eyes enchanting me while you gag. Such a pretty girl. Such a good girl for me.”
My abdomen tightens.
Another little climax sends tremors through her— that’s three for my sweet girl. Her cheeks bloom with embarrassment as though it’s not the sweetest thing to me.
It is. Christ it is.
Her pregnant body, her mouth wide around my cock, the sight of it all burns the word mine through my veins.
Mine…
My cock thickens.
Losing my resolve, I fuck her stretched pink lips, impaling her, and pant with each long, deep thrust. Fuck. She feels perfect, tight, wet. I frown, forehead tightening, as I growl, glaring at her, feeling feral with possessiveness, needy, and in love. Obsessed with this sweet girl. My little queen with her arse full of my gift, her pussy weeping on her pillow, mouth taking my unrelenting drives, her belly swollen with my baby and— Fuck.
Pleasure pumps through my muscles, wrapping around the base of my spine and clamping down around my cock. Squeezing. I hold the back of her head on the last thrust, groaning and spilling into the depths of her throat.
“Good”—I groan—“Good girl. My very good girl.”
She gags and her throat contracts.
I drop my head backward, panting at the ceiling, breaking our eye contact as I pump the last few drops out and into her warm mouth.
Christ, that was perfect.
I look back at her and notice she hasn’t swallowed. My cock slides from between her lips and she closes her mouth on my cum.
“Little deer?” I lift her jaw. “Why aren’t you swallowing what I’ve given you?”
She looks at the ground between my feet, and my brows pinch at her coy evasion. I don’t like this. She’s keeping something from me.
I remain calm as her discomfort angers me. Keeping a hold of her chin, I cup my other hand in front of her mouth. “Spit, sweet girl.”
Sadness circles her as she opens her mouth and lets the cum drop into my palm, a string of drool still connected to her plump lower lip.
I release her chin and brush my thumb over her trembling little mouth, wiping the saliva and cum away. I pull a tissue from the table beside the sofa and wipe my hand, never removing my gaze from her.
Christ .
Not knowing what is wrong?—
What did I miss?
What little sign have I not noticed.
Her eyes well up and I dip, scooping her naked body into my arms. She lets a little sob fall out, and the sound sets my muscles ablaze with a fierce need to fix her.
“Sweet girl.” I sit down and pull her to my lap. I cup her cheeks, forcing her dual-coloured gaze to meet mine. “Don’t hide. I’m not angry with you. Tell me why? Use your voice.”
“The pregnancy is making me feel strange.”
“And I missed this.” Dammit. I clench my jaw. “I should have known. I should have seen. I very rarely miss judge your needs, little deer.”
She blinks at me. “You’re not angry?”
I wipe my fingers under her eyes, catching the small beads. “I am. With myself. Not with you.”
She tries to smile, a twin blush rises either side of her slim neck and touches her cheeks, marking them in a pretty pink hue. “I’m so hormonal, Sir. I feel so?—"
“My brave little queen.” I slide my hand down to cradle her swelling stomach. “You’re carrying my baby. Your body is making me something very special, sweet girl. You don’t need to please me in this way if you feel unsettled. Your very existence pleases me greatly.”
My heart warms when she smiles.
I slide my hand under her backside and stand with her. My palm holds her weight, my fingers slide between her wet folds.
She presses her nose to mine.
Her eyes fall into my gaze.
I walk her to the bed and plant her on the edge, never removing my hot gaze from her.
She leans backward on her hands.
“Do you want me on my knees for you, sweet girl? Is that what you need tonight?” I kneel before her, pushing her thighs apart, exposing her wet parted slit. Folds of pretty, pink skin; my tongue darts out to taste them. “Very rarely do I get your moods wrong,” I say, licking her softly. “Less do I miss your needs. You need me here tonight? Do you need my tongue on this plump, little clit.”
I hold her gaze but draw a line up and down her wet folds, before stopping at her erect clit. She shudders, and I smile. “Say it.”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Such lovely manners.”
I break our eye contact, so I can stare between her legs and press my lips to her pussy, licking upward and down again.
My cock throbs as her taste coats my tongue.
Groaning, I fuck the air and eat her, feeding on the prettiest flesh, a rippling, needy pussy. I flatten my tongue against the pulsing skin.
“Ahh,” she cries, her hands finding the back of my head, her hips bucking upward. “Sir,” she gasps, recognising that her pleasure belongs to me. “Sir.”
She drops backward. Her legs flop to the mattress, spreading her wider for me. I lick up and flutter down. I dip between her tight folds and tease her, before dragging my tongue up again.
I am slow.
Meticulous.
Worshipful.
Then when she starts to mewl, her arse wriggling for more, I latch onto her throbbing, sensitive clit, sucking with a rhythm that twitches her thighs and tightens her abdomen.
“ Sir , too much.”
I don’t stop.
Pleasure jerks her hips upward, her whimpers and moans twist to cries—her orgasm consumes her. She isn’t shy in enjoying it. Such a good girl. She rides my jaw and chin, her fingers in my hair, her hips lifting to meet my eager mouth, and it takes great effort to not reach up and grab her throat, drag her up the bed, and fuck her until her cries become screams of delirium. But I know better.
She needs my worship tonight.
So, that is what she will get.
I lick her through her orgasm.
And I start again.