Page 43 of The Interception


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“Need you,” he mumbles into my mouth, lifting me off him like I weigh nothing. “Get on all fours for me. I need to see that sexy ass ripple against me while I pound into you.” Without a second of hesitation, I do as I’m told, my hands and knees pressing into the mattress while I wait for him to take what he wants. But of course, he wouldn’t be Theo if he didn’t put my well-being first at least a little bit. So, I’m not at all shocked when he slides a pillow under my midsection, providing a little relief from the weight of my stomach.

I turn my head, a grateful smile pulling at the corners of my lips as he leans forward and presses histo my shoulder. It’s a tender moment, but the softness behind his gaze is gone by the time he pulls back, his breath fanning over my cheek as he speaks quietly.

“Just remember that I love you.”

Before the words even have a chance to click in my brain, he’s slamming into me in one hard thrust. I cry out, all the air depleted from my lungs as I struggle to take him. My body attempts to revolt, every muscle inside me pushing against him. But he stays right where he is, stretching me to my limit as a smooth chuckle breaks through the air around us.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, his voice dripping with mockery. “Am I being too rough?” But there’s no time to answer before he pulls back and drives into me once more. He sets a punishing pace, fucking me like I’m nothing more than a toy as loud, animalistic grunts rumble up his chest.

“Th-Theo,” I moan, not even sure if there’s more to the sentence. It wouldn’t matter if there was, though, because short of me uttering my safe word, I can tell he has no intentions of letting up.

“This cunt is perfection,” he says, using his hands to spread me apart. I should be self-conscious or feel at least a modicum of shame for the way he’s exposing me, but I can’t seem to give a shit as he buries himself over and over again. His heavy balls slap my overstimulated clit every time he surges forward, causing a bite of pain to go with the primal bliss that’s rapidly snowballing deep within me.

“And this,” he grinds out, a drop of spit splatteringonto my forbidden entrance before he drags his thumb through it, “I can’t wait to fuck this gorgeous ass. I’m going to make you cry so pretty, Fin. And you’re going to beg for more.” He continues adding pressure, lighting up every nerve ending in my body. It’s so intense that I can’t stop myself from pushing back until the tip of his thumb has breached the tight ring of muscle. I choke on a sharp inhale, my eyes rolling back when he sinks in the rest of the way.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he curses, never faltering on the punishing tempo he’s set. “Look at you, taking me in both holes at once. You’re gonna make me come.”

“Don’t stop,please,” I beg. “I’m close. Can you feel it?” I barely recognize my own voice as I plead for more, every word being nearly drowned out by the sound of skin on skin as he fucks me like there’s no tomorrow.

“I feel it, Finley,” he grunts, the fingers of his free hand digging deep divots into the skin of my hip. “Your cunt is swelling around my cock. Let go for me. Milk me dry.”

His filthy words are all I need to go off again, fantasies of him putting another baby in me playing on repeat as I splinter into a million pieces. Every muscle in my body trembles wildly, and he puts a hand under my stomach for support as my arms give out. I drop to my elbows, wave after wave of unbridled bliss slamming into me like a tsunami. I can’t breathe, barely hanging onto consciousness as his thrusts become uneven and jerky, which tells me that he’s about to erupt at any moment. He hammers into me one lasttime, howling out a string of obscenities as he finally fills me to the brim with his pleasure.

We’re gasping for air, both of us covered in a thin sheen of sweat by the time we float back to awareness. I can’t remember the last time I had this kind of workout, but I know it was well before I found out I was pregnant. Add the extra weight I’m carrying around, and I’m exhausted, yet I’ve never felt more invigorated in my entire life.

And that, folks, is Theo Calloway’s superpower.

He leans down, curling himself over my back and pressing a sweet kiss to my flushed cheek. “I love you.” It’s the softest whisper, a stark contrast to the way he was fucking me just moments ago. It’s everything I wanted, not that I ever doubted him.

“I love you too,” I reply, peeling my tired eyes open to look at him over my shoulder. I’m still on my elbows, his palm gently cradling my belly that’s just barely resting on the pillow. “That was insane.”

He chuckles, pulling out of me and sitting back to watch the show. “Come on, Mama. Give it to me,” he demands as I push, enjoying the warmth of his cum as it drips from between my lips. It’s part of his breeding kink, and he doesn’t miss a beat, dragging his finger through the mess before stuffing it all back inside. The sensation has my walls clenching down, desperately searching for more, even though I don’t think I could even handle it. I need rest.

Theo presses another kiss to the small of my back, placing a hand on each hip and guiding me to lie on my side. I’m still trembling, but as soon as the pressure isoff my arms and legs, I relax into the mattress with a sigh.

“You okay?” he asks, plopping down next to me. “I promise I’ll be rougher after she’s born, but that was my limit for now. I still have to protect you both.”

I smile, my gaze finding his as I reach out and skim my thumb over his bottom lip. “It waseverything. I feel amazing. So does your little butternut squash.”

His brows shoot up. “Looks like somebody’s been doing her research.” He shimmies down the bed, smacking several loud kisses to my stomach as I giggle. “You hear that, baby girl? Mama’s almost as excited to meet you as I am. But you have to stay in there for a little bit longer, okay? I need you to be big and strong, so you can beat up Uncle Emmett for me.” I shake my head and huff a laugh, wondering what the hell Em said to get him going. It had to be good, since Theo has been stuck on it for weeks.

“Alright. I have to go downstairs and see what mischief Boner got into while we weren’t looking. He’s way too quiet to be up to any good.” He crawls off the mattress, stretching his arms above his head. I can’t stop the saliva that forms on my tongue, silently trying to figure out how I can get him to ditch practice so I can lick his abs for a few hours. Clearly, I’m wearing the proof of my impure thoughts right on my face, because he lifts a brow, pointing an accusing finger my way.

“Don’t even think about it, Mama. We’re one win away from making it to the Wild Card game. I don’t think you want to explain to the city of Cleveland why their cornerback was benched for being a no-show. Youknow I can’t say no to you, so do me a favor and don’t say a word.”

I sigh obnoxiously, allowing him to pull me to my feet. “Fine, but it’ll cost you a foot rub when you get home.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, baby.”

THIRTY-TWO

THEO

“Baby, have you seen m—”I’m cut off when I walk into the bathroom, panic immediately washing over me when I see Finley hunched over the counter. Her head is hanging forward, hands braced on the marble as she groans in discomfort.

I’m by her side in less than a second, my heart hitting the bottom of my stomach like a brick while every bad scenario plays like a slideshow in my mind. “What’s wrong?” The words are rushed, getting caught in my throat as she looks over at me. Her emerald-green pools are slightly duller than normal, but other than that, she doesn’t look sick.

“I came in here for nail polish, and everything hurts now. All I did was walk up the stairs. My back, shoulders, and neck are killing me. The doctor said the baby weighs over six pounds right now, but I call bullshit. There’s no way I’m not carrying a full-grown linebacker.” Her bottom lip quivers, eyes filling with frustrated tears as her body sags.