I felt him pressing into me, his width stretching me apart until I thought I was going to come then and there. I grabbed the base of my cock in a tight hold so I didn’t explode, and with my other hand, I held my belly.
“Fuck.” Dare grasped my hips, mouth open in a pleasure I hadn’t seen on his face before. Need and want flashed in the deep depths of his eyes and his hips jerked upward, as though he couldn’t stay still for long. “Fuck, you feel amazing, boy.”
I rubbed my hand over the roundness of my baby belly. “You did this to us, Daddy,” I whispered, sucking on my bottom lip. “You made me this horny. Pregnant and horny.”
“Yeah,” he panted out, sweat gleaming on his forehead. We’d barely begun, but he looked like a man who’d been fucking for hours. “Move. Please.”
I shifted my hips slightly, and he groaned. Chuckling, I slowly raised myself until only the head of his cock was inside me before I let myself fall down on him again. He pegged my prostate dead-on and trembles shook me.
“Oh wow.” I tilted my head back, the pleasure bombarding me until my real stomach felt like lava. The heat was overbearing, flooding me. My cock throbbed and jerked and I whimpered. I wouldn’t last long at this rate, but I began to move in an easy rhythm.
Dare helped me rise and fall on his cock, and it was impossible to look away from the flush on his skin that ran all the way down his chest. I could see every emotion that passed over his face, from desire to need to love, and it made my heart soar. He was perfect, and more importantly—he was mine. It was still hard to believe.
“You’re so tight for Daddy,” he murmured.
I nodded eagerly. “Only for you, Daddy.”
“Yessss.” He gripped my hips, nails biting into my skin. “Fuck, I’m so close. I love this position. Why haven’t we done this yet?”
I nodded again because words escaped me when he hammered my prostate once more. It was difficult to think when I feltsogood. He did this to me. He made me feel alive in ways I never had.
The need built in the base of my spine. I was so close it hurt, but I knew it was over when he placed a hand on the round bulge of the belly as though it was real and he was feeling what he’d done to me.
My cock jerked and erupted, cum spurting from my slit and covering his belly and chest. I moaned, trembling through my release. Everything was fantastic, the adrenaline and bliss drenching my insides until I was walking on air.
Dare wasn’t far behind, and with a few more thrusts inside my ass, he was filling my hole with his load. We both groaned, and I reached down to dig my nails into his chest. Marking him. He was my territory now.My Daddy.No one else would ever touch him again.
He cursed before he turned us, and I fell on the bed on my side. Cuddling close to me, he slid out of my hole, and I moaned in disappointment.
He laughed. “This was perfect, baby. Give me ten to recover and I’ll be able to go again.”
I kissed him on the lips, and he returned it, a lazy lip-lock that told a story of how much he really did love me. He wanted this. “Ten? You’ve got five.”
“We’re not as young as we used to be,” he teased.
“We’re not old, either,” I said seriously. “Five or I’ll ride you until youarehard again.”
His eyes widened for a moment before a half smile slid onto his face. “That sounds like a great idea.”
I shook my head and grinned. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
* * *
We were down by two runs, and Brad had already given us a lecture about working as a team. He stared us down like a disappointed parent, and even though this was only our first game, shame curdled my stomach. I’d caught a ball that had been kicked in my direction, that counted as something, right?
Harley gave me a sympathetic frown and patted my shoulder. “Don’t worry about him. He gets very serious about kickball.”
“You don’t say?” Dare laughed beside me, and I nudged him with my elbow.
Harley joined in, though, and Nicky snickered when Brad rounded on us. I suddenly felt like a naughty child who’d been caught by the teacher, and I ducked my head in embarrassment.
“Focus,” Brad said passionately, pointing at his eyes with two fingers then at us, a sign that he was watching us.
“Give him a beer after the game, and he’ll be fine,” Harley said, and Brad glared at him.
“Harley cat.” He gave Harley a sharp look that obviously had a hidden meaning because Harley’s cheeks bloomed red and he mumbled an apology I couldn’t quite hear.
Brad clapped his hands together and glanced around at the team—and Kwan, because while he wasn’t actually part of the kickball games, he seemed to be there for support. He sat nestled on the bench between Nicky and Harley, as though they were his bodyguards. Every time someone gave Kwan a long glance, Harley sent them a narrow-eyed stare that had them quickly averting their gaze. I’d never thought of Harley as protective, but it was cute.
