A Spicy Excerpt
“I’m in my pajamas, I’m hardly going to leave the house wearing them. Besides, what’s wrong with them?”
His thumb brushes over my nipple. “I can see them,” he growls low in his throat. “See how taut they are, pressed against the flimsy material of your top.”
My breathing deepens as he continues to caress my nipple, when he brings his other hand up to do the same, I release a low moan. “Grant,” I whimper.
God, it’s been months since I last had sex, and as fun as my vibrator is, I need more.
“Tell me, baby girl, what do you need?” his voice thick with lust.
I know that I should pull back and erect the barrier back between us, but right now, I can’t do that, I need him, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to push him away when I’m running this hot.
I reach for his pants and unsnap the button and then pull down the zipper, the second I do that, his cock springs free.
It’s thick, the bulbous head looks angry and purple.
I lick my lips, wanting to taste him. I slide off my seat and sink to the floor—not very sexily as I’m eight months pregnant—but I wrap my hand around his thick length and begin to pump.
I twirl my tongue around the head and along the slit.
Grant moans, and I grin. Good, at least I’m not the only one that’s horny as fuck right now.
I take him deep into my mouth and swallow around his cock.
His hands dive into my hair, his fingers tangling close to the root.
He holds tight and takes over, fucking my mouth.
“Christ, Baby-Girl,” he snarls as he continues to thrust hard.
My cheeks hollow, and I relax my jaw, letting him get deeper than before.
I reach for his balls and caress them between my fingers.
They’re heavy and full, he’s close to the edge.
Pride fills me at the thought of making him lose control like this.
But I want more than a mouthful of his cum. I want him.
I pull off his cock and sit back on my hunches and look at him. His eyes dark with lust. “Fuck me, daddy,” I whimper as I squirm under his gaze.
His grin is one of absolute satisfaction. His hands go under my arms, and he lifts me in the air. “I’m going to fuck you baby-girl, but this time, I’m going to worship your body,” he promises.
“Next time,” I tell him as I wrap my arms around his neck, knowing that there’s no way that I can deny him. I’ve never been able to stop the way I feel, the only way to do that was to keep my distance, but with the baby, there’s no way that’s going to happen.
He walks us to my bedroom, his cock pressing against my sex, the thin barrier of my sleep shorts the only thing that’s keeping him from entering me.
His mouth slants down against mine, and he kisses me.
I cling to him as his tongue sweeps between my lips.
I’m lost, utterly lost in the kiss. The only thing that I see is him.
He lies me down on the bed and slowly peels my pajamas from me. “Fuck,” he snarls. “Look at your body, baby girl. So fucking beautiful.”
His eyes are filled with appreciation and lust, my pussy floods at his words. “Hmmm,” I whimper, needing him to fill me.
“You hurting baby?” he asks me softly.
I nod. “Yes,” I whimper. “I hurt so bad,” I breathe. “I need you.” I’m primed and ready for him. My body is humming with need and pleasure.
He doesn’t hesitate, he positions himself between my thighs, his cock in his hand—stroking it—his eyes on me.
“Then, baby, you’ll have me.” He thrusts deep inside of me, and I come apart.
Shattering into a million pieces. I can’t breathe, my lungs are without oxygen due to the sheer force of my orgasm.
It washes through me like a hurricane, so intense and consuming.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he pulls out before slamming back inside. “Baby girl, you’re so damn tight,” he growls through clenched teeth.
“Hmmm,” I whimper yet again, unable to catch my breath, my body still reeling from the aftermath of my orgasm.
His lips slams down against mine, and his tongue slides into my mouth.
There’s nothing in this world that can get my toes curling like his kisses.
I moan into his mouth as his cock drives into me.
I cry out as the pain and pleasure hit me.
God, how does he manage to fill me up just right?
It’s as though he’s made to fit inside of me.
I know that this is stupid, that what we’re doing is far from the norm. But God, I can’t deny it. I’ve never been able to deny the attraction that always seemed to simmer between us. Maybe what he said to Sabrina was right? Maybe we were meant to be together?
“So damn beautiful,” he tells me as he continues to thrust into me, his movements slow and languid. God, it feels good, but I need more. “You’re mine, baby girl. All fucking mine.”
His words have my breath catching, my stomach clenching, and my pussy flooding his cock. His? God, I don’t know, I want to be, but there’s so much between us. Right now, I’m focusing on the here and now.
I push down against his cock, moving against him, matching him thrust for thrust. When he starts to move faster. "Yes." I cry out, loving the feeling of his cock stretching me. The way that the pain burns as he drives into my pussy and then the pleasure that takes over me.
His movements are frantic, hard, fast, and hitting me in the right spot. With every hard thrust, I whimper, my body climbing as it reaches new heights. Never have I felt this amount of pleasure in my life. My body’s shaking, my breathing labored and my heart’s racing.
“Mmmm,” I moan. “God, Grant, I’m going to come,” I breathe, my body tightening as the pleasure starts to reach its peak.
His jaw clenches as he thrusts into me harder. I’m barely hanging on, the pace is unrelenting. “That’s not what you call me,” he snarls. “What do you call me?” he demands to know.
I don’t even hesitate. “Daddy.”
“Yes,” he growls, he thrusts into me again. “Come, baby girl, flood my cock with your juices. I want to feel that pussy of yours tightening around my cock, I want it pulling the cum from my body.”
His words are all it takes for me to come apart, my back arching as I cling to his body as pleasure ripples through me. “Daddy,” I scream as my pussy spasms around his cock.
He continues to fuck me—hard, fast, and deep. “I’m going to fill you with my cum,” he growls, and I tighten my arms around him as I fuck him harder.
“Ugh,” I cry as he hammers into me over and over again, his thrusts becoming unrelenting and slightly painful—in a pleasurable way—But I’m completely spent, I’m unable to give him anything else.
“I’m coming,” he tells me as he plunges into me once more, and I feel the warm liquid of his cum fill me.
He pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed beside me. “I never intended that to happen, baby girl, but fuck, it was better than I could have expected.”
I smile as I look up at the ceiling, I’m unsure of what’s going to happen between us, but one things for sure, he’s in my life forever now, and if he continues to fuck me like that, I’ll be happy.
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