Chapter 26 #2
He huffed out a laugh. “If you only knew how many times I’ve thought about this.
” He swiped her bottom lip with his thumb as it curved around his cock.
“How many times I stared at those pouting, perfect lips when you weren’t looking.
Endlessly imagining them doing this,” he sighed as she took him in further.
She moaned as her climax got closer, turned on at the idea that he’d thought of her.
Endlessly.
She spit extra saliva as she moved him out of her mouth and leaned back. She wanted the vision of him coming all over her. Wanting to be claimed and marked and taken by him.
He pressed her tits together and slid his cock slowly between them. His knees buckled with a shout and he fell forward, catching himself with one hand on the couch. “Fucking heaven,” he muttered, gasping.
He arched over her, and she loved the view. The pillowy pecs she wanted to bite, all hovering over her as he used her.
She held one side for him with her free hand, and he pressed up through her tits again. “I knew it,” he sighed as he fucked her tits again, and then again. Orgasms built and ebbed, built and ebbed as he slowly pushed up between them, sliding his cock in the slick valley.
“Knew what?” she moaned, liking how it looked.
He kissed her hard, leaning down. “Knew you were a dirty fucking girl. A sex goddess,” he moaned as he fucked them again as she swirled her vibrator around her clit.
Yes. She arched into him. Sex goddess.
She felt like that with him. So wanted. Endlessly attractive.
“I know you’ll look even better with a pretty string of cum right here,” he said, swiping his thumb along her collarbone.
“Please,” she whined as her climax edged closer. “Wells, please.”
He lost control, and with a yell, he shoved up hard and came on her tits, wringing out every drop on her collarbone, her breasts.
Wells opened his eyes, a sharp, territorial look in them as he gasped. “Looks good. A pretty string of pearls suits you.” He massaged it into her breasts, rolling it over her nipples.
Her hand slid in it as it dripped over her breasts. “Feels so good.” She licked her lips as she tried to put off her climax. Don’t want this to end.
He panted above her, his jaw moving as he stared at the cum on her tits. “You need every drop, don’t you?”
“Please,” she whimpered, having imagined what he’d said in Bloom again and again.
Hungrily, he licked her breasts, collecting rope after rope of cum on his tongue, and then took her jaw in hand, kissing her.
She moaned as the cum hit her tongue, sliding with his. Kissing it from him as she took every drop. Greedily licking it from him and sucking his tongue. He slid his hand over her breasts, gathering the last bit.
“Don’t waste a drop,” he said as his hand slid to her clit, spreading it there as she moved her vibrator around in it.
She felt her climax start to break through, and she screamed as she climbed higher and higher. Needing more, and more, and finally slamming back against the couch as she chased the vibrator with thrusts of her hips, wrenching every bit of pleasure out that she’d denied herself for so long.
She flopped back against the couch, tossing the vibrator away from her oversensitized clit. Wells picked it up and turned it off.
His hand cupped her cheek, and she drowsily opened her eyes. “Hey,” he said softly, kissing her. “You okay?”
She smiled into his hand. She liked that he checked in with her, that he wasn’t just asleep after getting off. “Very, very good.”
He chuckled as he pulled her tank top back over her breasts and zipped his jeans. He picked his shirt up from the floor.
Don’t put it on, don’t put it on.
He sat next to her on the couch, leaning back. He couldn’t put his shirt on if her head was there, right?
She snuggled into his chest, huffing the scent that made her giddy.
He wadded the shirt up and put it on the coffee table.
Success.
“That was…fun,” he said tentatively.
Her smile was apologetic. “I’ve been so horny the last few weeks. All my hormones came raging to the top for some reason. Apparently it happens sometimes in the second trimester.”
He squeezed her against his chest, and she wrapped an arm around his middle, squeezing the softness she loved.
“I’m more than happy to help any time,” he said with a grin.
She bit her thumbnail. What did that mean?
Just casual sex? Something more? Obviously he wouldn’t want romance, but—
“Hey,” he said, tilting her chin up to look at him. He looked pleased with himself. “Don’t spiral. It’s in the contract. You can ask me for anything you need when you’re pregnant.”
She considered this, playing with his chest hair. “That makes sense, I guess. It’s better with you than with just the vibrators.”
She could feel the smug pride rolling off of him, and—yep, there was the smirk.
“Better, huh?”
She rolled her eyes at him but smiled. “Don’t push your luck, Maroo. Unless you don’t want to be my sex-outlet?”
“I will be your sex-outlet any day, any hour, any place, Styles,” he said, nipping her lip with a quick kiss, the another.
Desire still tugged in her core, calling and taunting her for more as she squeezed his arm, sucking in a whiff of his scent as he kissed her deeper.
“Like…now?” she whispered, the ache between her thighs building again.
“Again?” He smiled like he’d won the lottery. “Man oh man, do I like you being pregnant.”
He pushed himself up, and in the blink of an eye, her yoga pants were at her ankles and her thighs were spread open.
He dove in face-first, and she arched off the couch in shock and overwhelming pleasure. Hard, claiming licks on her clit echoed through her muscles as he buried his face between her thighs, eating her like he was a man starving in the desert.
“Oh my god,” she sobbed, her brain still playing catch-up as he sucked her clit hard.
“It’s pronounced Wells, darling,” he muttered into her pussy. He moaned, licking one side and then the other.
“Missed this,” she said, biting her lip as her hands threaded through his hair. It was an admission, but maybe he’d forget she said it.
He wiped his face from side to side on her, the scraping of his stubble feeling otherworldly against the ridges of her pussy. “Me too,” he said. “And even better...” He chuckled as he slid a finger into her, sucking on her hard.
She screamed in pleasure until he finally released her clit. She panted, “Even better what?”
He wrapped his arms under her thighs for better leverage, hoisting her closer to him. He nuzzled in again, licking up all the wetness dripping from her.
“Even better,” he sighed with another lick, looking truly content as he squeezed her thighs tighter against his face. “You taste like those pineberries.”