Page 23 of Ready or Not
Once she’s kneeling over me, I shove my sweats down so they’re no longer cutting off blood flow to my balls.
The baby belly squishes against my stomach as she stretches to kiss me.
It took a little getting used to the idea, but I’m no longer worried about hurting her or the baby. That might be thanks to the multitude of articles I read about sex during pregnancy over the last few days.
Leaning up in a crunch, I meet her in the middle for a tantalizing, open-mouthed kiss that has her grinding over my knot while she jerks me haphazardly. I find it fucking adorable how uncoordinated her movements are, but her moans send my head into that foggy state alphas are told to watch out for.
She leans into my shoulders for support as she guides me to her pussy.
I’m really fucking grateful I’m in decent shape, but my abs still burn from keeping us both up in this awkward crunch position. She wiggles my crown around her clit and slides it down to her hole.
I wrap an arm around her shoulders, using the other to frame her head. “You gonna ride your husband’s cock now, sweetheart?”
She moans, impaling herself on my length.
To be fair, she doesn’t make it more than a couple of inches…
It doesn’t matter.
My muscles coil tight to hold myself back from thrusting up into her. Slick drips down my shaft, and her scent becomes all I can process.
“Are you trying to ruin me, Vale?” I growl, pulling her hair back from her face as she trembles. “You want to destroy my restraint until I toss you down and fuck you like an animal? Huh, sweetheart? You’re dripping all over me, and my impulses are screaming to drill my cum into you like a fucking beast.”
She whines.
Rising and falling on her thighs, she tries to force more of my length inside her. Her cunt is so snug, the movement only ends up with her taking the same amount of my shaft.
I move to pull her pajama dress up and off while she wiggles from side to side, making her tits bounce.
A wicked growl escapes at the sight. The sound only seems to make her slicker, which is precarious for both of us.
I’m hanging on by a motherfucking thread here.
Her puffy lips part as she gasps, “I need more.”
“We’re working on that. Tease your clit for me. Be my dirty girl and get yourself off all over me.”
“It’s just a lot,” she groans, her head lulling around as her shoulders tremble.
“Use me, sweetheart.”
“I…” Her head shakes as she curves toward me. “I can barely move. You smell so good. I’m foggy and floaty. I need you to do it.”
I plant a hand on her lower back and very carefully roll us. It takes everything in me not to rut as deep as I can get while I kneel between her legs. I pull my cock free because I don’t want to hurt her as I attempt this…
Hooking my forearms under her thighs, I lift her lower half and pull her ass up enough that she gets the point to hold herself up with her feet flat on the bed.
I flatten my hand against the top of my shaft and point it at her dripping opening. “Is this good, sweet girl? Are you comfortable enough?”
“It’ll be better once you’re back inside me,” she pouts, moving her hand to tease her clit.
My God, I need to figure out how to coax more of that feisty attitude out of her.
I love it.
I smirk, watching her nipples tighten before my very eyes. Slapping the head of my cock against her clit convinces her to move her fingers out of the way.
I jerk myself against her swollen pink nub as she moans. Pre-cum dribbles all over her bare pussy, and it’s hitting every button I didn’t know I had. I lick my lips, transfixed by the sight as I squeeze my shaft with force. More spurts out, and I curse a string of words that don’t make a lick of sense.