“God, Don—”
“That’s it.” My voice is rough, rasping against her ear as I crook my fingers inside her, watching her unravel.
When she falls apart—writhing beneath me, mouth open in a silent cry—I don’t let her come down gently. I slide down between her legs, tasting her, tongue greedy and possessive, lapping at her like a starving man until she cries out again, body spasming.
“You always taste so fucking good after you come,” I growl, lips wet with her arousal as I kiss up her inner thigh.
I strip the T-shirt from her body in one steady motion, eyes raking over her curves—the full weight of pregnancy softening her edges, making her even more devastating.
“You’re everything,” I tell her, voice gone thick. “All mine. This body, this mouth—” I lean in, lips slanted against her pink mouth “—so perfect. Made for me.”
Emma’s hands fumble at my waistband, and I let her pull down my briefs, my cock straining, thick and swollen with the need to be inside her.
I press forward, lining up at her entrance, dragging the head through her folds before pushing in. Her head falls back, as I swear into her skin.
The stretch. The burn. That perfect fucking slide.
I bottom out, fully inside her, Emma’s pussy clenching tight around me like avelvet vise.
“Jesus,” I grit. “You feel so fucking good around my cock, baby.”
Her nails claw at my back. “Just stay like this.”
I hold still, letting her feel every thick inch of me before I even start to move.
What starts as a slow grind transforms to hard thrusting, the filthy drag of skin on skin filling the room with slick slapping and moans.
I fuck Emma, hard and deep, snapping my hips in the exact rhythm I know pulls her apart, her heels hook behind my ass and hold on.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” I groan into her neck. “You like it when I fuck this gorgeous pussy hard, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Christ, beautiful.” I snap my hips deeper and she gasps. “Does this pussy want it rougher.” Another thrust. “Faster.”
“Yes, Donovan, please.”
“You don’t need to beg, baby,” I exhale, wrapping my arm under her knee and tilting her hips up for better angle. “But I fucking love it when you do.”
My free hand moves to her throat, holding here there as her whimpers turn to sobs, as her gasps melt into moans, her delicious cunt squeezes around me, pulsating in dizzying waves.
Her eyes lock on mine, hungry—desperate, and I just can’t help myself.
My hips thrust forward again and again, fucking her wildly, dragging every ounce of pleasure from her until she’s choking on it, nails digging crescents into my shoulder blades.
“Fuck, baby, I can feel you coming.” I bite out, watching her perfect tits bounce as she shakes. “That's my dirty girl.”
Head lowering, I latch onto one rigid nipple, sucking wetly, and Emma comes hard again, her heat convulsing around my cock. I follow seconds later,groaning into her mouth as I bury myself deep and spill hard inside her.
We stay like that—panting, skin slippery with sweat—until the world sharpens back into focus.
Eventually, I roll to the side, dragging her with me, and when she curls into my chest, breath still shallow, I kiss her temple, one hand resting on the soft curve of her belly.
The other hand wipes the wet strands from her face, barely resisting the urge to fondle her swollen clit.
“Still think we don’t have time before the ultrasound?” I ask the woman I can’t fucking breathe without.
She lets out a shaky laugh, teeth digging into her bottom lip—a lip I reach over and suck. She grins when I let go. “You’re going to be the death of me, handsome.”
