Page 52 of Blood Lust

“My pussy belongs to you,” she replied, grabbing my hair and pulling my face to the apex of her thighs.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked her between licking her clit.

“Eat my pussy,” she whispered.

“What’s that, again? I can’t hear you.” I smirked, but then I lifted one leg and hooked it over my shoulder. Once she was open to me, I pushed my face between her legs.

“Yes. God, yes. Like that. Eat my pussy until I come,” she cried out.

“You’re going to come so hard, you won’t be able to stand,” I promised, then went back to work. As I ate her out, she shamelessly fucked my face. And goddamn, did she taste good.

I didn’t let up until she was practically pulling my hair out and screaming my name. Then, while she was still coming down from her explosive orgasm, I got to my feet. I splayed my hand over her abdomen, pushing her against the glass that was holding her up.

Mercilessly, I lifted her by her thighs, lined up, and drove into her warm, wet heaven. She sucked in a hissed breath and slammed her head back against the glass. I patiently waited for her to accommodate the thickness of my cock. Then I thrust hard into her. Her nails dug into the skin of my shoulders, but I barely felt it. The scar was still there as a reminder of the day that I almost lost everything.

“Fuck yes. Your pussy is so hot and tight. Goddamn, you feel so good. Wrap those sexy legs around me and hang on.”

She did exactly what I said, and I fucking loved it. Her back was pressed to the window, and I slammed one hand onto the cool glass for leverage. Sweat slicked our skin, but I didn’t stop. I needed to feel her come around me. Then I wanted to fill her with my cum. When it ran out, I wanted to push it back in. Visions of something I had no business allowing into my head flickered like candlelight in my mind.

“I’m gonna come, Gabriel!” she gasped as she ground on my dick, rubbing her clit against my pelvis. In the most carnal of dances, we shut out the world and got lost in the steamy little bubble where nothing and no one existed but us.

“Goddamn right you are,” I ground out as the fluttering of her walls around my cock brought about my own end. That familiar tingling pressure began in my spine as my goddamn balls drew up. By then finesse was out the proverbial window. We were erratic—messy and wild. Two primordial beings rushing toward the bliss we knew was heading our way.

Suddenly, she tensed. Her pussy went unbelievably tight around my shaft, and then she screamed my name as violent contractions of her tight cunt drew the explosion from my cock. I could feel her squirting on me, soaking me in her juices, and I was done for. Pulsing into her over and over, I couldn’t stop. Head thrown back, I came until our mixed releases coated our inner thighs and dripped onto the tiles below our feet.

Hearts slamming and breath ragged, we slowly drifted back to reality. Desperately trying to catch my breath, I rested my forehead to hers.

“I didn’t swallow any of the whiskey,” she whispered as she panted.

“Okay? Do you want some?” I asked confused by her statement.

“Can’t,” she breathed raggedly as she closed her eyes.

“What?” She wasn’t making any sense.

“I’m pregnant,” she murmured.

I froze, as did the breath in my lungs.

“I’ll get a washcloth,” I whispered once I could find my voice.

Gently, I set her feet on the floor and reluctantly withdrew from her tight heat. She whimpered.

Holding her in place so she didn’t fall over, I crouched to grab my T-shirt. Before I picked her up, I pressed it between her legs. Then I carried her to the big, fluffy couch. I set her down, kissed her head, and went into the attached bathroom for a proper washcloth.

The entire time, my head spun.

Once I had her cleaned up, I tossed the rag onto the floor, then laid down with her back tucked into my front. I reached up and grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch to cover us up. She snuggled against me, and I tucked my arm protectively around her.

“You didn’t say anything,” she quietly said.

“I’m booking us flights to Vegas tomorrow,” I told her.

She turned her head to stare at me like I’d lost my mind.

But I hadn’t. I’d finally found my sanity.

“Vegas? You want to celebrate me being pregnant in Vegas?”