Chapter 12 #2
The only information he would give me was to pack fall clothes, which made me think we weren’t going too far away from Chicago.
It was mid-October. Early October in Chicago could go either way, and often, it did.
Usually, the days would be hot with temps getting into the high seventies and low eighties.
Evenings would be more comfortable, so I packed accordingly.
We dropped Mocha off at Grandpa Tony’s house and headed for the airstrip where Brixton had rented a private jet.
He decided to forego security, presuming that we wouldn’t have any trouble wherever we were going, so it was just the two of us, which I loved. We handed off our bags to the flight attendant so she could store them in the back of the jet. We settled in our seats and buckled in.
Once we were airborne, Brixton reached down and lifted the hem of the sundress I was wearing.
I wasn’t surprised because we hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other.
He raised it slowly until it was at my waist. Then his hand found my panties.
Moving the thin strip to the side, his fingers found my folds that were already slick with the evidence of my arousal.
“The last time I was on a private jet, I got really good news,” I said as normally as I could with Brixton’s fingers playing a melody at my opening.
“And this time, you’re about to get some really good dick. Unbuckle your seat belt and sit on it, Ry.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice, because the pregnancy had me horny as hell. I unbuckled, shimmied out of my panties, and straddled him—my dress billowing around us, covering both of our thighs.
With his hands at my waist, he guided me slowly down on his dick. “Mm.” I hummed contentedly looking into his face, which was a picture of satisfaction. “You feel just right.”
He grinded up slowly while I grinded down slowly and the friction we created was paradise. Over and over, he plunged into me while I lowered myself down on him.
“Damn, take this dick, Ry,” he instructed while placing his hands on my ass cheeks and spreading them. “I need to go deeper. Yeah, right there.”
I sank deeper onto him. His dick buried so deep I could feel it in my chest. “You always wanna be deeper.”
“I always wanna be as deep as possible in you. I wanna be at home.” He palmed my ass cheeks and spread them again. I sank a little deeper into his lap.
“Oh my God, I love this.” My hips rolled involuntarily.
“You feel so fucking good.” He attached his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back until he broke the kiss to utter the words, “This pregnant pussy is gonna make me lose my fucking mind.”
“I’m about to cum,” I warned him.
His words and the vicious curve of his dick never let me last long.
“Me too.”
My orgasm was hard and fierce. His, hard and long, filling me with his seed, coating my walls.
He silently rode the waves of ecstasy.
I noisily chanted, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” His dick jumped inside the warm confines of my sex. “I love having sex with you, Brix.” I pushed myself down on his deflating dick one last time.
“Mutual. I could live with you sitting on my dick.”
I laughed out loud.
“Or on my face.”
“Imagine that,” I teased.
He eyed me. “I do… all the time.”
I grinned before leaning in to kiss his soft lips. “What in the world am I supposed to do with you, Brixton Cole?”
“I ain’t quite sure. I think you’re supposed to love me forever.”
The flight was quick. We barely had time to clean up from joining the mile-high club on the jet before it was time for us to prepare for landing.
“Jackson Bluff, Michigan,” I read the sign welcoming us into town from the passenger side of the truck that had been waiting for us when we landed.
Though Chicago was still experiencing bouts of the summer season, it seemed that Jackson Bluff was fully ensconced in autumn.
The trees featured leaves bathed in Earthy hues of red, brown, yellow, orange, and green.
And the smell of pumpkin spice everything seemed to permeate the air of the small town.
Brixton pulled into the driveway of a cute little cottage, then turned to me. “Welcome to your babymoon, Ry.”
Tears threatened at the brims of my eyes.
This man. To have suffered the neglect and disregard he had at the hands of his parents, his heart was still open.
He was still caring and kind. He was still giving and thoughtful.
He was still protective and providing. How could his innate goodness not bring me to tears?
He watched me silently do battle with my emotions and hormones before leaning across the armrest and kissing me deeply. “You’re sweet.”
“No.” I disagreed with a shake of my head. “You’re sweet.”
He led me into the small bungalow that would be our nest for the next few days. He put our stuff in the bedroom while I went to relieve my bladder, then we traded places. I attended to our bags and belongings while he used the facilities.
“No cooking. No cleaning on this trip. All I want you to do is relax.” He joined me in the bedroom. “Let’s go eat.”
The town was quaint, cute, and done up for the season. Every storefront on Main Street had bales of hay in front of it. There were wheel barrels filled with pumpkins and colorful leaves. There were straw baskets overflowing with ripe, red apples and scarecrows hovering from lampposts.
“I love it here,” I told Brixton with a big smile on my face as we made the short walk from where we parked the truck.
After breakfast, we hit up the spa and got side-by-side massages.
Feeling relaxed and stress free, we walked around, exploring the local shops.
We stopped to buy cups of steaming apple cider and cinnamon donuts still warm from the oil.
Then, we sat on a bench across from a fruit stand and enjoyed them.
“You’re spoiling me.”
“I dig it, though. It’s crazy how much I like doing it.”
I swallowed the last bite of donut and finished the last corner of my cider before standing from the bench. I turned to Brixton. “Well, let’s head back to the house, so that I can show you my appreciation.”
He gave me a grin. It was that same one that always sent butterflies off to the races in my stomach.
We barely made it into the bedroom of the rental house before I was on him. I was staring into his eyes, so I saw the exact second he registered the lust in mine. My hands went into the waistband of his pants. I lowered slowly to my knees, taking both his pants and his underwear with me.
“Let me just state for the record that you’re the best fucking woman… shit!” His words trailed off into a deep, throaty moan as I ran my tongue over the tip of his dick, catching the pre-cum that had started to leak.
With one hand on his dick, I used the other to drag my fingernails up and down the back of his thigh. Humming around the thickness of his veiny shaft, I created more saliva in my mouth as I suctioned him.
I sucked him sloppily for a while, using my hands to jerk him until he decided that he wanted to take over. His hands found my head, tangling themselves in my hair as he thrusted his hips forward. I hollowed my jaws while he pumped in and out of my mouth. Saliva pooled as he savagely handled me.
“Shit, Ry! You’re such a fucking angel. Best decision I ever made.”
His words hit me in the heart. I moaned around his girth again while reminding myself to relax my throat.
I sucked and sucked, lavishing his dick with my mouth.
At times, I brought him deep into my throat, at others, I concentrated on giving the head major love.
And at others still, I hollowed my cheeks and tried to pull his soul out through the tip of his dick.
“You gonna be a big girl and catch this nut?”
I gave him my eyes, silently letting him know that I was his and he could use me as he pleased.
When Brixton’s thrust became jagged, I knew he was close to achieving his release. I opened my mouth wide and caught every drop as he roared out his orgasm.
Once he’d caught his breath, he lifted me from the floor. “You’re my fucking baby, Ry.” He praised me while simultaneously removing the clothing from my body.
Seconds later, I was on the bed on all fours, dropping into the perfect arch for him.
When he joined our bodies, we both let out raspy moans.
When he buried his face in my neck and licked me there, my knees buckled a little bit.
I had never had dick the way Brixton gave it.
He gave me that dick that could make me dumb for him and I loved it.
He brought his hands up to my breasts, palming them before squeezing my nipples roughly, causing a groan to come from my parted lips.
My nipples were so sore and so sensitive, but somehow when he handled them, the pain morphed into pleasure. “Brix.”
“You sound so fucking good, mama. I love the sounds you make when I’m in this pussy.”
He used his foot to push my legs further apart, bent his knees, and stroked me like I’d offended him—hard and fast. My body rocked at a speed that caused my moans to sound almost like I was speaking directly into a fan.
All I could do was push my ass back on him in encouragement so he would fuck me deeper.
“Yeah. Throw my ass back just like that. Bring my ass to me,” he instructed.
I was so out of it that I wasn’t even sure I could get out of my own head long enough to have the presence of mind to command my body to throw his ass back at him.
I tried, though. There wasn’t much I wouldn’t try at Brixton’s request. He’d earned that type of loyalty from me just by being him.
I deepened the arch of my back and swung my hips back at him.
It took me a few strokes, but finally, I was able to get out of my own head long enough to decipher a rhythm.
“That’s right,” he cooed beside my ear. “Give me that good shit.”
The sounds of our moans and groans mixed with the sound of sloshing created a sexual soundtrack in the room.
He bit my shoulder, sending shockwaves ricocheting through my entire body and landing directly in my vagina.
“Mm,” I whimpered, burying my face in the mattress.
Shifting, he hit a spot deep inside me that caused my legs to give out.
Before I could fall to the mattress, he wrapped his arm around my waist, helping me maintain my balance, but he didn’t ease up on the strokes he was delivering.
I pushed my ass into him and spread my legs even wider as I felt the familiar tsunami start to build in my core.
“That’s right, Ry, with your sexy ass,” he encouraged me. “Drown me.”
I increased the force of my counter strokes, throwing the ass back on him with vigor and enthusiasm until I went over the edge.
My muscles tightened briefly, then released and allowed the dam to break all over him.
While I was trying to put my life back together piece by piece, I felt him release inside of me.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I told him once my breathing returned to normal. Well, normal for a person who was six months pregnant.
He lay behind me, spooning me and stealing kisses from my shoulder. “Anything to help you relax. I just want to show you a good time, have you chill out, rest, and get ready to welcome our baby in three months.”
“Thank you for having that as your goal.”
“Thank you for giving me the best gift I could’ve ever asked for.”