Candlelight reflects in his green eyes, making them look devious. Like a beast sizing up his prey, and deciding on the best way to lure them in, make them succumb to temptation before they consume them. He’s already got me on my knees, so it won’t take much convincing. It never does.
“I hope you know what you’re doing, baby,” he says, elbows propped on the sides of the bath, his fingertips swirling through the water as he assesses me.
I wrap my hand around his cock, twisting my wrist as I move it up and down. My thumb ghosts over the barbells, making his eyelashes briefly flutter as he sucks in a breath.
Gage’s bath is a lot wider than the skinny little excuse for a tub in my former apartment, and thank God, because as I placeboth my hands on the sides and carefully lift my legs over his thighs, it grants me just enough room to comfortably straddle his lap.
I lower back down, brushing against him. The feel of his piercings tickles my skin as I roll my hips, gasping as they hit my clit. Gage brings his hands to my hips, supporting me as I tease us both.
“God, you look so beautiful like this,” he says. “Using me for your pleasure, while your belly is growing our child.”
His fingers dig into my skin as his eyes fall to my stomach. His nose flares as he huffs out a breath like a raging bull. I move with more purpose against him, making him groan while his jaw is clenched tight.
Gage thrusts his hips up, grinding against me. His hands grip me tighter as he lifts me, then pulls me down harder. My chest heaves as I moan from the sensations, the firm touch of his hands mixed with the tickle of his piercings.
Gage sits up higher, lifting his chin so he can meet my lips, tugging the bottom one between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. I fall against him, holding his face in my hands as I erase any lingering distance.
He meets me with hunger, one hand clutching the back of my head while his arm bands around my back. Our bodies rock and clash together until neither of us can take it anymore.
I bring myself up, hovering over the tip of Gage’s cock. He pulls away to kiss down my neck. He palms one breast while sucking my other nipple. My head drops back with a sigh as I slowly lower down on him.
He rests his cheek against my chest with a groan as I continue to accept every inch. My hips start to roll, my arms wrapped around Gage, embracing not just him, but our connection. The gratitude in my soul for finding the one I was meant to be bound with.
Gage continues sucking and nipping at my chest, drawing the hard nipple between his teeth as a thumb flicks over the other.
I keep bouncing on him, taking my time, wanting to feeleverything. When I’m fully seated on him, Gage snaps his hips up harder.
Gasping, I brace my hands on his shoulders.
“You take me so well, Buttercup.”Thrust.“So deep.”Thrust.“That’s how we ended up here, isn’t it?”Thrust.“You wanted my cum so bad, you begged me for it. Begged me not to stop.”
“Gage!” I cry.
“How long’s it gonna take before you’re begging for my cum again?” He starts to fuck me faster, shooting up, but still holding himself inside me for a moment before pulling back out again. “Begging me to fill you.”
My body tightens, drawing closer to the release I’m desperate for. I try to increase the pace, but Gage holds me tight, moving me exactly how he wants.
“Do you like that, Buttercup? The idea of me filling you with my cum?”
I nod, tension sizzling through my hips as I feel myself on the brink of orgasm.
“Watching you grow, knowing you carry my baby.” He groans and bites at my breast again, and I can see a little mark already starting to form there. “It makes me feral. It shows me just how much you’remine.” He whimpers over the last word, and listening to how undone he becomes over me has me so damn needy.
“Gage.Please.I need more.”
He grants my request, meeting my hips faster, but it’s still not enough.
“More,” I beg and plead.
He leans on the backrest of the tub and lifts his hips until he’s almost out of the water. Holding my waist tight, he moves in a frenzy, fucking me until I’m seeing stars.
My hands rest behind me, holding onto Gage’s legs as I move with him.
“Touch your clit for me, Iz.”
With my eyes on Gage, I draw fast circles, seeking relief.
“That’s it. Tell me when, baby. When do you want my cum? When can I fill this greedy little pussy?”
