Chapter 31 #2
Then his lips are on my breasts, his tongue swirling around a nipple while his thumb teases the other. He tugs gently, drawing whispers of pleasure from me that echo in the empty room. His lips close around me, and he sucks gently, sending tiny shocks of pleasure straight to my core.
God, it feels so good to be desired, to be wanted.
My hands find his shoulders, digging into the solid muscle there as I struggle to maintain my balance in this whirlwind of sensation. His hands skim along my sides, his fingertips sending trails of fire across my skin as he explores my body like it’s a treasure map and he’s searching for gold.
He sinks to his knees, his warm breath ghosting across my stomach. My breath catches as he presses a soft kiss right below my belly button.
“Hi, baby,” he murmurs, his voice rumbling through me. “I’m your dad. Your mom finally agreed to move in with me. She’s amazing. You’re so lucky to have her. I can’t wait to meet you.”
His lips press against my skin again, and the sweetness of it all wraps around me, making my heart swell.
“That’s so sweet, Zach,” I whisper, my voice breathless.
“It’s true,” he replies, standing to his full height and cupping my face again. “You’re fucking amazing.”
Before I can respond, he scoops me up into his arms, carrying me toward the bedroom. His strides are purposeful, his eyes locked on mine as he lays me down on the bed.
He hovers over me, his hands spreading my thighs apart as his lips begin their descent.
He kisses the inside of my thighs, slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving mine. The first flick of his tongue against my center pulls a gasp from my lips, my hips arching instinctively toward him.
“Zach,” I moan, my voice breathy as his tongue moves with excruciating precision. His lips close around my clit, sucking gently, and I grip the sheets, my head tilting back as a shudder runs through me.
“Fuck, Zach,” I breathe. “That feels so fucking good.” His name falls from my lips like a prayer, and his only response is a hum of approval, his mouth working magic.
“Don’t stop.” I plead.
He doesn’t. He keeps going, tasting me, savoring me, as if this moment is the only thing that matters. He slides a finger inside me, curling it just right as his mouth works magic. My moans grow louder, my body trembling as he adds another finger, moving them in and out in perfect rhythm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed. “Zach, baby. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
His response is a low hum against my skin, the vibration sending a new wave of pleasure through me. He sucks harder, his fingers working faster, and I’m teetering on the edge, my body tightening with anticipation.
“Oh God. Oh God. Fuck. Yes,” I chant, my voice hoarse as the pleasure consumes me. “I’m so close.”
With one final flick of his tongue, I come undone, my release washing over me in a rush of pleasure so intense it leaves me gasping. Zach doesn’t stop, his mouth and fingers coaxing every last wave of my orgasm until I’m trembling beneath him.
He rises, his chin glistening as he looks down at me with a smug grin. I sink back onto the bed, and he looms over me, his eyes burning with desire. “That was so fucking good, baby,” he growls, his voice thick with need.
“It was amazing,” I whisper, my fingers trailing up his chest. I want to touch all of him, brand him with my fingerprints, make him feel every ounce of my desire. “Thank you.”
“Any time, beautiful,” he teases, his eyes darkening.
I laugh softly, still catching my breath as I sit up and reach for him. My hands move to his belt, unbuckling it before sliding his pants down. His cock springs free, hard and thick, and I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly.
“Fuck, Lainey,” he groans, his head tilting back. “That feels so good.”
I smile up at him before leaning forward, taking him into my mouth. His response is immediate—a sharp intake of breath, his hands tangling in my hair as I swirl my tongue around the tip.
“Your mouth is incredible,” he murmurs, his voice strained with need.
I take him deeper, bobbing my head in a steady rhythm as his hips buck slightly. His groans grow louder, his grip on my hair tightening as I pick up the pace, my lips and tongue working him over until he’s cursing under his breath.
“Look at me, baby,” he breathes. “I want to see you.”
I tilt my head up, our gazes colliding as I pull off him with a soft pop. I lick a trail along the underside of his length, teasing him with my tongue before swirling it around the tip. His breath catches, and he hisses out a curse.
“You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” he rasps, his hips shifting gently.
I hum softly, taking him deep again, my eyes never leaving his as I work him slowly, teasingly.
Then I pull off with a soft pop, swiping my tongue along the head of his cock before dipping down to tease his balls.
“You taste so good, Zach,” I purr, taking one ball into my mouth and sucking gently as I stroke him with my hand.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans.
I quicken my pace, sucking him eagerly, my tongue swirling and teasing. I can feel his muscles tensing, his body coiled tight, and I know he’s close.
“Baby, stop,” he says suddenly, pulling away with a groan. “I need to be inside you.”
I pull off him with a gasp, my lips swollen from kissing and sucking, my body thrumming with desire. I stand, and he kisses me deeply, his hands roaming my body as he leads me back to the bed.
“Condom?” he pants, his lips brushing my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
“No,” I murmur, my hands roaming over his chest. “I’m already pregnant. We don’t need it.”
He hisses, his eyes darkening as he takes in the truth of my words. “You’re sure?”
I nod, reaching for his hand and pulling him toward the bed. “I’m sure, Zach.”
He groans, his gaze burning as he follows me onto the bed. He sits against the headboard, guiding me to straddle him, his shoulders square, his cock hard and aching.
His cock presses against my entrance, and I lower myself slowly, taking him in inch by inch until I’m filled with his hard length. The stretch is intense, but it feels incredible, and I let out a low moan. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as we both catch our breath.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my neck. “So tight. So perfect.”
I start to move, rocking my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His hands guide me, his fingers digging into my skin as he meets my movements with his own. He leans forward, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak as I ride him.
The pleasure builds quickly, the connection between us making every sensation more intense. I grip the headboard for leverage, moving faster, my head tilting back as I lose myself in the moment.
“Your cock is so big,” I moan, my head falling back, my voice breaking with every thrust. “It feels so fucking good.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his voice rough. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” I gasp, my pace quickening. “Oh God, Zach. I’m so close.”
His hands move to my ass, gripping me tightly as he thrusts up into me, his control unraveling. The tension coils tighter and tighter until we both come undone, our moans mingling as we shatter together.
I collapse against his chest, my body spent, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close. His lips press against my temple, his breath warm against my skin.
“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, his voice soft. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
I smile, nuzzling against him. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”