Chapter 13 Theo #2
“Let’s get rid of this,” I say, reaching for the hem of her shirt.
She sits up, allowing me to pull it over her head before lying back against the pillow.
I almost blow in my pants at the sight of her lace-covered tits, because for as many times as I’ve imagined her just like this, my dreams could never compare to the real thing.
“Holy fucking shit,” I rasp, curling my finger under the edge of the thin material and pulling it down to expose one peaked nipple.
She gets more perfect with every inch I uncover, and this is no different.
The dusty pink bud is hard enough to cut glass as I dip down and circle my tongue around it before sucking gently.
Her body jolts, a low moan rolling up her chest at the contact.
I go lightheaded at the sound, because if she’s this responsive now, I can’t imagine how she’s going to react when I have her clit trapped between my teeth.
“Theo,” she whimpers as I continue, never breaking the connection while I reach around and release the clasp of her bra.
She shimmies her shoulders, helping me work it off her arms because apparently, I’m not moving fast enough.
I chuckle at her eagerness, pushing her full tits together as I alternate between nipples.
My cock is like granite inside my pants, more precum leaking from the tip with each swipe of my tongue.
Her hands shoot to my hair, fingers gripping tightly like she doesn’t want me to stop.
But I need to, because the desperation to put my mouth on her pussy is so overwhelming that I might actually die if I don’t do it right now.
“Can I taste you, Mama?” I ask, the plea ricocheting off her heated skin. “I’ll make it so fucking good. I promise.”
“I really want you to,” she replies. Her voice is still filled with need, but I can sense just the smallest hint of trepidation under the surface.
A less obsessed man probably wouldn’t have noticed, but I’ve watched this woman’s every move for over a year—even more so in the weeks she’s been living here.
I know that when she’s nervous or unsure, her posture closes in a bit…
like it just did when she answered my question.
She may be saying she wants this—and I’m sure she does—but I refuse to move forward until every trace of worry has been erased from her mind.
Kissing my way up, I cup her cheek and steal another soft peck before giving her some space. Her eyes are shining with emotion, teeth sunk into her plump lower lip. “Talk to me, Fin,” I whisper. “What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours?”
Her stare drops, looking down at where my hand is splayed across her stomach. “I…” she begins, pausing to swallow. “I haven’t done any of this since I found out I was pregnant. My body is—”
“Perfect,” I offer, cutting her off. “Sexy. Amazing. Making me so fucking hard right now.” A smirk pulls at my lips as I grind my erection into her thigh.
“It’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to yank these pants down and splatter my cum all over your gorgeous, growing belly.
Trust me when I say that I’ve never been more turned on in my life. ”
Her eyes go wide at the admission, cheeks pinkening as she huffs a soft, relieved laugh. “I’m sorry,” she says, shaking her head. “I hope I didn’t ruin the moment.”
My expression softens. “You didn’t ruin anything, baby. I always want you to be comfortable with me. If there’s something you want or don’t want me to do, all you have to do is say so, okay?”
She nods slowly, her gaze turning hungry again. “In that case, I want you to taste me. I want you to make me come.”
“There’s my good girl,” I drawl, dipping down for another passionate kiss.
I can feel the tension in her body melting away as we lazily make out, both of us licking and nipping at each other playfully.
I swear, I could do this all night—lie here getting lost in one another until the sun comes up.
But my girl asked very nicely, and there’s not a chance in hell I’d ever tell her no.
Reluctantly, I pull away, dragging my tongue down her body as she whimpers with need.
My hands roam as I move lower, caressing and squeezing her supple flesh and earning more moans and gasps.
I lick her tits, paying special attention to the sensitive skin underneath before continuing my descent and pressing soft kisses to her bump.
I try to ignore the onslaught of emotions that wash over me as I do, because they’re entirely too big to sift through in this moment.
But the truth is, my feelings for this baby are as strong as the ones I have for her mother.
I want to keep them in my life, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make them happy.
“Theo, please,” she whines, her thighs rubbing together as she squirms against the mattress.
Her desperate pleas bring me back to the task at hand, and I slide my fingers into the waistband of her shorts before working them down.
My cock twitches when I see that she’s bare underneath, my head going foggy when the smell of her cunt permeates the air around us.
“Poor, needy little thing. I’m going to take such good care of you,” I say, spreading her legs and settling my shoulders between them.
She’s glistening with arousal, her wet, swollen skin begging me to dip down for a taste.
But I hold onto my restraint, robbing us both of our desires for just a moment longer, so that when she finally does fall apart for me, it’s an experience she’ll never forget.
I ghost the pad of my thumb along her opening, causing her knees to slam against my shoulders.
But I just wrap my arms underneath, pulling them back open as I continue to explore.
Her clit is pink and swollen as I trace teasing circles, pulling back the hood and exposing it to the cool air of the room.
She groans in response, clearly tired of my antics.
She’s beyond worked up—it’s time to blow her mind.
I lean forward, flattening my tongue on her slit and dragging it upward.
The sweet, heady flavor of her arousal creates a delicious fog in my brain, as though I just took a hit of the world’s strongest drug.
I can’t say I’m shocked by it, though. Finley was my addiction long before I got her into my bed.
Focusing on her pleasure, I catalog every hitch in her breath and twist of her body against the mattress as I test different patterns and pressures to find out what she likes.
It doesn’t take long to figure her out, alternating between small dips of my tongue inside her and long, languid sucks of her clit until she’s teetering on the edge.
But it isn’t until I sink my finger into her warm, wet cunt that she begins to fall over.
“Come on, baby,” I coax, thrusting in and out. “Come in my mouth. Fuck. Please give it to me.” She moans loudly, the sound causing my hips to surge forward, creating friction between the mattress and my cock that’s throbbing in need of a release. But this isn’t about me—tonight is all about her.
Adding another finger, I curl them inward, putting pressure against her G-spot as I suck her aching bundle of nerves between my teeth. She cries out, legs shaking and fists gripping tightly to the comforter for several seconds before she finally detonates.
Whatever I expected it to feel like the first time I made Finley Bolton come pales in comparison to the real thing as she convulses wildly, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. It goes on forever, so intense that I can’t help but wonder how long it’s been since she was truly satisfied.
I slow my movements but never stop as she returns to earth, pitiful whimpers and groans swirling in the air around us, while I focus on not overstimulating her.
Normally, I’d see if I could work her to another orgasm right off the back of the first, but that always comes with a bite of pain before it starts to feel good again.
She’s been uncomfortable enough as it is, so I’m not going to push her.
Instead, I lick the swollen skin around her pussy, allowing her enough time to recover before I try to give her another release.
“You’re so good at that,” she groans as I tentatively flick her clit, pleased when she doesn’t pull away. “I don’t think I’ve come that hard…ever.”
I chuckle against her flesh, replacing my tongue with the pad of my thumb so I can look up at her.
Her cheeks are flushed, her long lashes fanning against them as she lies there completely satiated.
The fact that I put that look on her face—and that it’s my pillow her soft red curls are spread out on—is just a cherry on top of the best night of my life.
So far, anyway.
“I’m glad you think so, Mama. Now, relax and let me give you another one, then we’ll go to sleep.”
I slowly work her up again, bringing her close to the precipice, then backing away just as she starts to fall.
She whines every now and then, but seems to really enjoy being teased and edged, which I take note of for later.
While she’s pregnant, I just want to make her feel good.
But if she consents after the baby is born, I plan on denying her until she breaks, only allowing her a release when her voice is hoarse and she’s run out of tears to cry.
“This cunt is so fucking sweet, Fin. I could eat it for every meal,” I rasp, fucking her with my tongue in time with my hips that have resumed grinding into the mattress.
I imagine what it would feel like to actually be inside her, the tight squeeze of her inner walls milking me until she’s overflowing with my cum.
My cock swells, fantasies of getting her pregnant again hitting me like a blindside block as my balls draw painfully tight.
I haven’t come in my pants since I was in high school, but the thought of holding her open while I breed her has me barreling toward that exact fate, and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps, her hands shooting through my hair and gripping tight.
Her ass lifts from the bed, hips rotating until she has me right where she needs me.
She fucks my face, wetness smearing across my lips and chin as she finally careens over the summit, climaxing on a loud, guttural scream.
“Fuck, baby. Me, too,” I growl, working her through it as I hump the bed like a wild animal.
Electricity flows through me in waves, zapping until every muscle in my body aches with the need to let go.
Black dances around the edges of my vision, slowly closing in before it all goes dark.
My hips drive forward one last time, and I unload violently, a string of unintelligible curses ricocheting off Finley’s sensitive skin.
I can only surrender to the pleasure, letting it consume me from head to toe until there’s nothing left to give.
Several minutes pass before I’m able to form any semblance of a human thought, my mind completely blown by everything that just happened. I can’t remember the last time I felt this empty—this satisfied—and she didn’t even touch me.
It’s official. Theo Calloway is addicted. Obsessed. Down bad.
This woman could tell me to put on a collar and leash so she could walk me like a dog, and I’d do it without hesitation.
Woof woof, motherfucker.
I kiss my way up her body, not stopping until my lips are ghosting over hers. Her eyes are still closed, breath coming out in shallow pants as she floats back to awareness. She’s fucking adorable, the soft, incoherent hum that rolls up her chest making me huff a laugh.
“Feeling any better?” I ask, leaning down for a quick peck. She barely even reciprocates, too exhausted from her orgasms to muster up the energy.
“Mhmm,” she hums. “So much better.”
“Good,” I reply. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
She nods weakly as I find the floor with my feet, grab some fresh boxers from the dresser, and pad to the en suite.
I turn on the faucet, undressing while the water warms. As I’m cleaning myself up, I catch my reflection in the mirror, unable to glance away.
I look different—I feel different—and it has everything to do with the beautiful girl in my bed, who just gave me something I’ll never forget.
There’s no way I’m not falling for her. I just hope that someday, she’ll feel the same.
I pull on my boxer briefs and run a clean washcloth under the tap, returning to the bed where Finley lies, fast asleep.
She snores quietly, her soft cheek smooshed against the pillow.
She’s absolutely spent, so it doesn’t shock me when I’m able to clean between her legs without disturbing her.
Once the cloth is tossed into the hamper and I’ve grabbed an extra blanket, I slide into bed.
I should ask her if she’s okay with staying here, but I can’t bring myself to wake her. She’s too peaceful, finally resting after a night of pain and discomfort. Plus, I’m a selfish son-of-a-bitch, and I want to hold her.
Dropping a gentle kiss to her forehead, I lean down, doing the same to her bump. My heart squeezes in my chest—everything about this moment settles something deep within me.
“Good night, my girls,” I whisper, pulling Finley into me and drifting off in a matter of seconds, more complete than I’ve ever been.