I push her hair away, and then plant a kiss on her shoulder while unhooking her bra. I slip it down her arms, then fling it to the floor, joining the pile of our clothes.
I pull her against my chest, then slide my hands to her hips. “You’re so beautiful, babe. I swear to God, I can’t get enough of you.”
She wiggles her ass against my groin. “I want you so much. I’m dripping already.”
I cup her breasts from behind, tenderly caressing her sensitive tits and when I tug on her nipple, her breath hitches.
“Hayden, please…”
“Get on the couch, babe.”
She puts one knee on the cushion, then the other, and rests her elbows on the back. As I watch her body move so gracefully, every inch of me is tuned in to her. Tingles spread through me as I center myself against her core. Slowly I push into her, then pull away. I repeat the motion again and again, sliding deeper into her warmth each time.
“God, baby, you’re so wet.”
“I’m so full.” She lets out a moan, her head lolling back. “Your barbells…”
Smugness rolls through me, making my chest expand. “Not yet you aren’t. You can take more of me.” I slide back again, then sink farther in. “One more, baby.” In a slow thrust, I slide home, now balls deep inside her. “Fuuuuuck.”
A shuddering breath leaves her, followed by a loud moan. “So good…”
I keep my pace slow and gentle to start, relishing the sounds our bodies make together. She moves her hips, meeting me half-way, sucking me impossibly deep.
It’s raw, the sensation that crashes over me and takes my breathaway. No other thoughts or worries. The rest of the world disappears. All that’s left is us and our desire for each other.
I palm her breast, kneading it and playing with her nipple. With a gasp, she slips a hand between her legs, adding more pleasure with her fingers on her clit.
When her whimpers and moans get louder, I pick up the pace. She cries out, arching her back, as her orgasm crashes over her. Her insides spasm around me, strangling my dick. I only last three more pumps before I’m spilling inside her. I keep my rhythm going, fucking her in a calculated tempo, letting her ride out her release.
Her muscles relax, and I pull away, my breaths coming fast and shallow.
Riley peers at me over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eye. “How about round two?”
Chuckling, I slap her ass. “I’ll never say no to that.” I snake my hand around her middle and pull her to me, soaking in the warmth of her. “But how about we move this to our bedroom?”
She turns in my arms, and loops her arms around my torso. “Yes please.”
I lower my head and kiss her gently. Her soft lips are my addiction. I can’t get enough of her.
She eventually pulls away, gasping for air, so I take the opportunity given and kneel in front of her and press my lips to her belly. “I love you, baby girl. I hope you can forgive me for the fun your mom and I are having.”
“Hayden,” Riley murmurs, her voice full of emotion.
“What? I want our baby to know that I love her just as much as I love her mom. Is it that bad?”
“No. Never.”
We still need dinner, but first, I’m dead set on eating my favorite meal—Riley’s pussy. So I get to my feet, and then with a wink, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to our bedroom. She giggles the whole way, not a trace of her gloomy mood in sight. Good. I love seeing her smile more than anything in the world.
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it’s about someone i love
RILEY
The penthouse isquiet save for Hayden’s voice drifting from my laptop. I’m curled up on the couch, legs tucked under me, one hand resting on my belly out of habit.
Twenty-four weeks. The bump is undeniable now.
