Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Breaking our gaze, I notice her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from being kissed. Her hair is messy from my fingers running through it. Her chest is heaving rapidly, and her nipples are poking through the thin material of her bikini top. I want to continue to drink her in, but I’m dying of thirst and need an actual taste.
“Take your top off,” I demand. Without argument, Ellie reaches back and unties the knots, the material falling into her lap and exposing her luscious tits.
I waste no time, taking one in my hand and kneading it, while my lips wrap around the other. Her moans of pleasure spur me on, as I lick and suck on her nipple, while my thumb continues to stroke and caress her other peak. I don’t stop until she’s writhing against me, her legs tightening around my waist, and then she’s coming...fucking coming from my touch alone. I remember Micah mentioning how sensitive Sienna is when she’s pregnant, but holy shit, this is insane.
“Oh my God,” Ellie moans, clearly as shocked by her quick orgasm as I am.
“Did that feel good?” I ask, trailing fiery kisses over her breasts, not wanting to stop touching her. Knowing the moment I do, I’ll have to deal with the reality of my actions.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good, because you’re about to come again.”
I push her chest back slightly, so she’s forced to lean back on her elbows, and when she does this, her belly pushes out, showing off her bump. I never found pregnancy attractive, always associated it with crying babies and losing your freedom, but as I kiss her swollen belly, I can’t help but reconsider my stance. This woman is carrying my baby, protecting and nurturing him, until he’s ready to enter this crazy world. And if that isn’t sexy, I don’t know what is.
I press a kiss to the top of her naval and remember something from Sienna being pregnant. “Can you feel him?” I ask, glancing up at Ellie.
“Not yet. I read around twenty weeks.”
I make a mental note of that and continue my explorations, kissing each side of her hips. When I press an open-mouthed kiss to the material covering her cunt, my lips go wet from her arousal. She’s so turned on, she’s soaked her bikini bottoms.
Instead of having her remove them, I pull the strings myself and watch as the front triangle flops downward, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy.
“Put your feet on the counter.”
She does as I say, and her lips spread slightly, her arousal glistening in the light.
“Fuck, Kitten. You’re dripping.”
My words must embarrass her because she attempts to close her legs, but I’m not having it. “Keep ’em open,” I order. “I’m about to eat this pussy, and when I’m done, you’ll be sitting in a fucking puddle.”
“Oh, Jesus,” she groans as she spreads those toned, tanned legs wider, giving me the perfect opening to put my face between them and eat the hell out of her.
I could easily focus on her clit and bring her to a climax quickly, but instead, I make a show of feasting on her, sucking her juices, licking everywhere but the spot that will set her off. She moans and begs, but it’s not until her fingers delve into my hair and demands I make her come that I finally give her what she craves. I glide the flat of my tongue up her center until I settle on her clit, massaging it in slow circles until she’s coming all over my tongue, her juices sliding down and covering the counter just as I predicted.
Without waiting for her to come down from her high—because I need to be inside her right fucking now—I pull my sweats down, then pull her toward me, so her ass is hovering off the counter. Her eyes widen, and her body tenses, and I stop in my place, remembering her past.
“Hey,” I say, making her expressive green eyes look at me, “you’re here with me. In my penthouse, on my kitchen counter, about to be fucked until you come for a third time all over my cock.”
She nods in agreement, her body instantly relaxing, and I take that as my cue to slowly guide my hard shaft into her hole. With our eyes staying locked on each other, I lean over and kiss her softly, then murmur against her lips, “Wrap your arms and legs around me.” The night we were together, she never said it, but I could tell she preferred to be on top and in control. And now that I know what she went through, it makes sense.
Once our bodies are flush, I lift and carry her over to the couch, sitting on it with my cock still inside her. The position forces me to go deeper, and Ellie moans in pleasure.