She feels so good, and I watch as a drop of sweat slides down the center of her back. Leaning forward, I lick it off her skin, tasting its saltiness on my tongue. I can feel her gettingclose, the walls of her pussy clenching and quivering, sucking my cock in as deep as it can go.
I smack her ass. “Come, Bellamy. Come on my cock, I’m going to use your cum as lube to jerk myself off all over you.”
That dirty threat is what does it for her.
Her body shakes and shudders and a moment later, her forehead meets the glass, and she’s coming so hard she’s barely able to hold herself up. My arm abandons her neck and I wrap it around her waist, holding her against me as her orgasm rips through her. And the moment she starts to come down from her high, I slip out of her, spin her around, and force her to her knees in front of me.
Her eyes are so dark they’re nearly black, her hair wild around her flushed face.
My fucking goddess.
I jerk myself off and she eagerly licks her lips and stares at my dick as spurts of hot cum cover her tits. She moans, pressing her tits together and rubbing her nipples with the remnants of my orgasm. It’s dirty and sexy and hot, and it has me groaning louder, my eyes locked on her.
I fall to my knees and immediately start rubbing her clit in hard, fast circles that have her on the brink in seconds.
“Rub it in. Go on, you know you want to. Rub my cum into your tits and lick it off your nipples.”
“Oh, fuck!” she screams, but ever my good girl, she does as she’s told, massaging her heavy tits, playing with them, and then sucking her cum-covered nipples into her mouth until she comes with a wet gush all over my fingers.
She collapses forward and I catch her in my arms, lifting her and walking us both toward the bathroom for a shower. Her head rests against my chest, eyes closed, mind hopefully quiet.
“Dirty cum whore.”
She moans. “Don’t. I’m not sure I can come again and that totally just made my pussy clench.”
I chuckle, pressing my lips to the top of her head. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”
“Mmm. Sounds good. Though, I’m already not looking forward to tomorrow. I can only imagine what we’ll wake up to.”
Me too. And I already know it won’t be good.
15
BELLAMY
It’s been two days. Two freaking days and I haven’t been able to leave the goddamn hotel. Two days of asshole reporters camped out just beyond the doors. I want to go for a walk. I want to explore the city. I want people to get over the fact that I’m pregnant especially when there are actual, real-world problems going on out there.
Sebastian has been in meetings and he’s offered for me to come with him. Not that I can go into the actual meetings, just to the building where they’re being held. Yawn. No thanks. The idea of sitting in yet another building twiddling my thumbs is about as appealing as rubbing sandpaper on my face.
I’ve gone to the spa—that was nice. I’ve gone swimming in the hotel pool—also nice. I’ve shopped in the stores here—damn they’re expensive as fuck. I’ve read two books and watched some streaming show that didn’t interest me all that much.
But I can’t drink, and I’ve already eaten my weight in Swiss chocolate, so I’m officially out of things to do.
“I want to go for a walk,” I whine, feeling petulantand not caring all that much. Sebastian just walked in the door, his brow furrowed, his jaw locked tight.
“A walk?” he parrots as if he’s not sure what to do with that. “We go home tomorrow. You can do all the walking you want then.”
“What is the press going to do?”
“You mean other than shout questions at you and surround you until you can’t move?”
I groan, flopping back on the bed. “This sucks. Officially.”
He loosens his tie and tosses it on the edge of the bed. “Get up.”
“What?” I don’t bother moving.
“Get. Up.” He grabs my wrist and yanks me up. “This is fucking ridiculous, and I’m officially done with it. My wife wants to go for a walk. She doesn’t want to be stuck in our hotel and I don’t blame her.”
