Once he’d caught his breath, he lifted me from the floor. “You’re my fucking baby, Ry.” He praised me while simultaneously removing the clothing from my body.
Seconds later, I was on the bed on all fours, dropping into the perfect arch for him. When he joined our bodies, we both let out raspy moans. When he buried his face in my neck and licked me there, my knees buckled a little bit. I had never had dick the way Brixton gave it. He gave me that dick that could make me dumb for him and I loved it. He brought his hands up to my breasts, palming them before squeezing my nipples roughly, causing a groan to come from my parted lips. My nipples were so sore and so sensitive, but somehow when he handled them, the pain morphed into pleasure. “Brix.”
“You sound so fucking good, mama. I love the sounds you make when I’m in this pussy.”
He used his foot to push my legs further apart, bent his knees, and stroked me like I’d offended him—hard and fast. My body rocked at a speed that caused my moans to sound almost like I was speaking directly into a fan. All I could do was push my ass back on him in encouragement so he would fuck me deeper.
“Yeah. Throw my ass back just like that. Bring my ass to me,” he instructed.
I was so out of it that I wasn’t even sure I could get out of my own head long enough to have the presence of mind to command my body to throw his ass back at him. I tried, though. There wasn’t much I wouldn’t try at Brixton’s request. He’d earned that type of loyalty from me just by being him. I deepened the arch of my back and swung my hips back at him. It took me a few strokes, but finally, I was able to get out of my own head long enough to decipher a rhythm.
“That’s right,” he cooed beside my ear. “Give me that good shit.”
The sounds of our moans and groans mixed with the sound of sloshing created a sexual soundtrack in the room.
He bit my shoulder, sending shockwaves ricocheting through my entire body and landing directly in my vagina.
“Mm,” I whimpered, burying my face in the mattress.
Shifting, he hit a spot deep inside me that caused my legs to give out. Before I could fall to the mattress, he wrapped his arm around my waist, helping me maintain my balance, but he didn’t ease up on the strokes he was delivering. I pushed my ass into him and spread my legs even wider as I felt the familiar tsunami start to build in my core.
“That’s right, Ry, with your sexy ass,” he encouraged me. “Drown me.”
I increased the force of my counter strokes, throwing the ass back on him with vigor and enthusiasm until I went over the edge. My muscles tightened briefly, then released and allowed the dam to break all over him. While I was trying to put my life back together piece by piece, I felt him release inside of me.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I told him once my breathing returned to normal. Well, normal for a person who was six months pregnant.
He lay behind me, spooning me and stealing kisses from my shoulder. “Anything to help you relax. I just want to show you a good time, have you chill out, rest, and get ready to welcome our baby in three months.”
“Thank you for having that as your goal.”
“Thank you for giving me the best gift I could’ve ever asked for.”
I wasn’tsure if it was life, all the walking we did the day before, or the sex, but Ryann was out like a light all night. She didn’t even wake up to use the bathroom, which gave me time to wrap up the loose ends of the little surprise I had for her.
I brushed my teeth, jumped in the shower, and was dressed before she even turned over. I ordered breakfast from a local diner, made a few calls, and sent a few texts. When breakfast arrived, I knew it was time for me to wake Ryann.
“Ry.” I shook her lightly. She didn’t budge. “Ry, baby.” I shook her harder, and she started to stir. “Gorgeous, it’s time to wake up so we can get our day started.”
Her eyes blinked open slowly before she gave me a smile. “Good morning. Why’d you knock me out like that?”
I chuckled at her silliness. “Because your ass takes dick so fucking well.”
Her smile expanded. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Get up. Breakfast is getting cold. Plus I have a small surprise for you today”—I took a quick glance at my watch—“and it’s time sensitive.”
Her pretty brown eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What did you plan, Brix?”
I snickered. “It’s a surprise, lil mama. Get up. Get ready. Come eat.”
Once she was dressed and both she and my baby were fed, we left the house. Surprisingly, she rode in silence, not questioning me about our destination until we pulled up in front of the building.
“Where are we?”
“Jackson Bluff, Michigan.”
The punch to my bicep came swiftly because it wasn’t very hard. “Brix! Stop playing with me.”
