Chapter 32 #3
I take him deep into my mouth, tasting the saltness as I lick up and down his shaft.
He grunts as he gathers my hair into a ponytail.
One hand is on his thigh and the other on the base of his dick, rubbing around it while I deep throat him.
He picks up speed, bucking his hips while bopping my head so that I gag a little, and holy shit, I just might black out.
He’s thick and long, tears sliding from the corner of my eyes.
I moan just listening to how pleased he is with each groan and curse word coming from those full lips.
Hot liquid coats my throat as he comes. I swallow every drop and peer at him. He wets his lips, and lust darkens in his eyes, giving me those bedroom eyes. “You certainly delivered.”
“Told you.” My words are cut when he flips me onto my knees. No warning, his tongue is already between my legs. Thank god I can make noises without anyone hearing what this man does to me. Deep thrusts of his tongue send me to oblivion. I need more. “I need you inside me.”
I gasp when he slowly inserts himself into me from behind.
His thick fingers wrap around my neck. Life be damned if I could ever live a life without him.
He’s been the air I breathe from the very beginning.
I have no idea how life tied us up together, but I’m glad the stars aligned that very first night I lost my family. I can’t imagine a life without him.
I yelp when he stops to bite my ass. Then Max’s fingers brush on my neck with a gentle but possessive hold.
“Dammit, baby.” His voice grows thick with desire.
“Turn around on your back. I want to see you.” He groans, seeing how I come undone with every deep thrust that makes me insane.
I’m obsessed with him. I relish watching him, how his breath catches with each stroke, and how my walls clamp as he pushes in with a passionate yet feral need to pleasure me.
Lifting his head up, I run circles around his cheekbone while our eyes connect, our breaths mingling with each moan that escapes us.
His jaw clenches. I know he’s close. My nails find his back.
I press deeper with every pulsing thrust, harder than I need to.
I leave marks so that every damn time we make love, I see those scars cover those old ones.
These scars are made with love over the ones made with pain.
Let mine be the last ones. The sound of sweat-slick skin slapping fills the room.
My back arches, welcoming each violent thrust. My pebbled nipples brush along his hard chest, causing goosebumps.
“Come, beautiful, let me see what I do to you.” His hand wraps around my neck, tilting my head back some. Pressure builds within me, his gaze on me. We come hard, fueling each other’s climax.
I’m panting, not wanting to leave the high I’m in. Max peppers kisses on my cheek and nose. “Te amo,” he breathes in a breathless whisper.
“I love you too. Always.” And forever.
Max rolls off me, his hand lying protectively on my belly. “I’m excited. I don’t care what we have, as long as he or she is healthy.”
A wide smile beams on my face. I run my fingers through Max’s damp hair. “Me too. I can’t wait for us to be parents, Max. I’ve dreamt it.”
“You have?” he smiles, surprised.
I shake my head at him, laughing. “Always. But only with you.”
He shifts down. I watch him press his lips to my stomach. He stays there for a moment. “Hey, baby. I can’t wait to hold you.” He pauses. “I’m your dad.”
Tears fill my eyes. I tell you, one minute I’m crying in pleasure, and the next, I’m crying over my man speaking to his unborn child.
“Just know I’ll always take care of you two.”
“I know you will. I never doubted you,” I say.
His piercing green eyes look up at me from my stomach. Something moves across his face. Relief. He didn’t have to say it. He didn’t have to.
We lay in each other’s arms for a couple of minutes before we get dressed.
Now I’m so exhausted.
We walk out of the house, both of us looking like we wrestled each other. I hadn’t noticed that I slightly ripped his shirt when I pulled it, and my dress is completely wrinkled. And the breeze fanning my bare ass.
Max opens the car door. “Get in, Mama. Let’s take you home and put you to bed.”
Fucking hell. Mama? Damn, that sends tingles down to my core. I’m too tired and sore for any more sex. He needs to stop talking. He leans in to buckle me. Then surprises me with a slow, passionate kiss.
“You’re one hot mama.” He winks, messing with me.
We both crack up laughing. He knows what he does to me. It is infuriating, but welcomed. “Take me home…Daddy,” I shoot back, and I can’t help but giggle.
He groans. “I’ll take it, but you have to add the word big to it.”
“Sure, big daddy.”
We joke freely.
“Woman, don’t make me take you back inside.”
We drive back to our home with a smile on our faces, completely content.
I check my phone while Max drives. Seven anonymous missed calls. I set the phone face down on my lap. Who could it be? Carlos… Leo. The warmth of the night cools a little in my chest.