Page 94 of The Sacrifice
When I brush my finger over her clit, her mouth hangs open, and she spreads her thighs apart, granting me more access. The wet heat between her legs calls to me on a never-ending loop. “Mine. All mine. On your back, baby.”
“I’m not going to argue with you.” She crawls off me and waits with the sweetest smile on her lips.
“That’s a first.” I wink and trail my tongue over her body, feasting first on her breasts, then her stomach, and down to her core.
As I spread her thighs wide, they tremble. “I love you.”
I rest my hand on her belly. “I know that. And you’ll be the most beautiful bride that’s ever walked down the aisle on our wedding day. And you’ll be even more stunning in four months, when our son is born. Don’t forget that.”
“When you look at me, I don’t. Your eyes take my breath away.”
“Good.” I swipe my tongue along her seam, tasting her flesh. Devouring her. Loving every inch of her body. Her hands fist the white sheet, alerting me that she’s nearing release. Do I give her what she wants or tease her to the edge, driving her crazy? I twirl my tongue over her swollen nub.
“That feels so good. Don’t stop.” The begging tone of her voice thrills me on a primal level.
“What do you want, baby?” I flick my tongue along her lips.
She wiggles her ass, lifting it off the mattress and shoving her sex into my face. “I want your mouth on me.”
“And?”
“And your fingers in my sex as you suck my clit. Please, I want to come so bad.”
“Hmmmm,” I moan. “Should I, or should I go take out the trash?”
She unlatches her fingers from the sheet and grabs my face while simultaneously latching her legs around my head. “You’ll sleep with the dog if you don’t get busy.”
I flick my tongue over her clit. “We don’t have a dog.” Without diving inside, I swirl my finger along the edge of her hole. Her hole flexes as every inch of her body begs for me.
“You’ll go live with the neighbors if you keep fucking around.”
I chuckle and shove two fingers to the hilt inside her pussy. Her walls suck at my digits, dragging me even farther. “God, yes. Don’t stop.”
I’d drag her to city hall tonight if I wasn’t already marrying her in two days. I raise onto my knees while pulling her upward with my fingers still buried in her heat, lashing into her sex until her shoulders are propping her into the air.
Her eyes are glazed with lust as I stare into them. “Such a tight, sweet pussy. I could eat you out every day. All day. I love your taste. Your eager response to me. Your insatiable need for me.”
“Oh, my God.” Her eyes roll back into her head, and convulsions ripple along her stomach muscles, radiating to her hands and feet. “That’s it, baby, come on my fingers.” My words elicit another round of quaking.
“That’s better.” I lay her onto her back and plunge my cock into her sex. She gasps and sucks down tight on my cock. I stop breathing. If I move, it will be over before it starts.Slow down. Stop. Get your head on straight.
Oh, fuck it.
I grab her hips and repeatedly pummel her. Loving how she looks at me. Wishing we never had to leave this bed, and I could survive on pure, insatiable lust.
Moments later, her nails dig into my hips, and she stiffens, holding me in one place, refusing to let me move. “Oh, fuck. God, yes. Right there. Don’t move. Fuck.” She shatters against me, and I lose control, racing headfirst into my own orgasm.
Epilogue
Four Months Later
Mia
Our son. I’m holding our son.
When will this ever feel real? This perfect human is mine, and no one can take him away from me. There won’t be court hearings. Or legal red tape. There were no endless background checks to prove I could be a good mother. He’s here, snuggled in my arms with his perfect bow mouth and a light sprinkling of a stork mark above his nose and across his left eye. No one can say the Rhodes genes are not dominant.
The door bursts open as Jackson bursts through the door with a bouquet of red roses and an array of balloons in his hand.