Chapter 30 Theo #2
When she’s satisfied, she cranes her neck, looking up to where I’m looming over her with a mischievous smirk pulling at one corner of her mouth.
I return it with a cocky grin of my own, pressing her tighter against my shaft as I slowly begin to thrust. I don’t break eye contact, desperate for an emotional connection to match our physical one.
“Goddammit, Fin,” I grind out, fucking her faster.
“You feel so good. Every part of you was made to take my cock.” Pleasure prickles at the base of my spine, blazing a hot path through my limbs as I piston my hips.
Finley’s expression is completely full of lust, her stare only leaving mine when she drops her chin, opens her lips, and allows my tip to press between them on every stroke.
It’s euphoric, the combination of fucking her tits and mouth at the same time, and before I even have a chance to react, my release crashes into me.
“Baby, I’m gonna—fuck!” I try to warn her, but it’s entirely too late, my body convulsing wildly as I feed her rope after rope of my thick, hot cum.
My vision blurs, eyes slamming shut when the entire room begins to spin under my feet.
I’m completely gone, barely able to stay upright as she keeps her plump lips wrapped around the head of my cock like a vise.
I’m like a boat being tossed around violently, waves of satisfaction crashing into me until I can barely breathe, and my heart feels like it may burst at any second.
But she doesn’t let up, desperate, horny moans getting trapped in her throat as she swallows me down.
“That’s it,” I praise, the words barely audible over the blood pounding between my ears.
My clouded gaze finds hers, locking on as she comes back into focus.
“Every drop, Mama. You’re so pretty when you drink me down.
” My hands shake against the soft skin of her breasts, adrenaline mixing with the pure gratification that surges through my veins.
She slowly pulls away, sitting back on her haunches with a silly, cum-drunk smile plastered across her face.
As much as I want to carry her to the bed and lovingly worship every one of her beautiful curves, I’m determined to give her what she asked for.
I may have just come harder than I have in my life, but we’re far from done here.
I want to blow her mind and show her that there’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do to make her happy.
“You’re a bad girl,” I say, dragging my thumb across the lingering drop that drips from her bottom lip and sinking it into her mouth.
She sucks it off, making my dick twitch as though I didn’t just climax ten seconds ago.
“I was planning on painting those pretty tits with my cum, but you couldn’t help yourself, could you?
Get up.” The demand is rough, but I don’t miss the twinkle in her eyes as I reach out, helping her to her feet.
She thinks she’s about to get punished—which, she is.
But not in the ways she’s probably expecting
I lead her to the bed, lying on my back.
She moves to do the same, climbing up onto the mattress and turning to sit on her butt, but I stop her with a reprimanding click of my tongue.
“Uh-uh,” I scold. “Sit on my face, Fin. I want you to ride me.” Her eyes go wide with panic, and she shakes her head rapidly, but I just chuckle in response because there’s no way in hell I’m letting her argue with me on this one. She can try, but she won’t win.
“Theo, I’m huge. I’ll suffocate you.” A mask of worry falls over her features as she lays a cautious hand over her belly, but she may as well be talking to a wall at this point, because I don’t care. I’ve been dying to eat her this way, and now that I’m completely in charge, I’m taking what I want.
I point at my expression, showing her exactly how unbothered I am.
“Does it look like I give a fuck, Mama? Besides, I doubt you’ll suffocate me.
If anything, I’ll drown after you squirt all over me.
But if that’s how I go, I’ll die a happy motherfucker.
Now get that pussy on my face before I turn your ass red. ”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, contemplating for several seconds.
Impatient as ever, I level her with a stare that says don’t test me, which finally does the trick as she reluctantly crawls my way and hitches a leg over my body.
Giving me one last, anxiety-ridden look, I soften my gaze, locking onto hers from below.
“You know your safe word, baby,” I reassure her. “I’m going to be fine, I promise. You may be eight months pregnant, but I can still lift you with two fingers. Stop overthinking it, scoot up here, and hang onto the headboard so I can make you scream like the naughty slut you are.”
Her emerald stare flares with heat, pupils blowing wide as a harsh breath escapes from her lungs.
I can tell she needs this, after I’ve been entirely too heedful of her safety and comfort since the first time we fucked.
She’s going through so much right now—physically, mentally, and emotionally—so if being rough and demanding will help her feel like herself before the baby comes, then fuck yeah, I’ll give it. It’s my job as her partner.
She crawls up until she’s got one knee settled on each side of my head.
The smell of her arousal up close makes my head spin, my cock immediately standing at attention again.
I can barely see straight with the need to be inside her, but my desire to taste the heaven between her legs far outweighs any of that right now.
She still hasn’t lowered herself down, clearly nervous about hurting me, so I land a firm slap to her ass, reminding her that I’m the boss right now.
She jumps at the contact, a quiet whimper filling the room like a song.
“No hovering, Finley,” I admonish. “I told you to ride me. You have two seconds to drop that pussy on my tongue, or I’ll leave for practice without giving you what you want. Let’s fucking go.”