Everett’s jaw tics, ensuring a wide smile spreads across my face.
But my laughter soon dies when he stalks toward me, a determined glint in his eyes.
“What are you—” I gasp as his giant hands grip my hips and turn me back to face the mirror.
My dark hair hangs in loose waves around my shoulders, and my makeup is on point, even if I do say so myself. I’ve finally reached the point in my pregnancy when people tell me I’m glowing. And if I’m being honest, I can see it too. My skin is remarkably clear despite the hormones raging through my body, and my hair is thick and glossy. Long may it continue.
“Rett,” I groan when his hands slide to my breasts, palming them just the way I like.
“You’re mine, Bea. Mine,” he rasps, his eyes locked firmly on mine.
“Yours,” I breathe, making his eyes darken with desire.
“All fucking mine,” he repeats, suddenly releasing me in favor of bending me over and gathering the length of my dress into his hands. He rests the fabric around my waist as he kicks my legs wider.
“Oh God,” I whimper. “Rett,” I gasp when his fingers slide between my legs.
“Your panties are already soaked, sweetheart. Were you in here thinking about taking my cock again?”
I nod frantically as he rubs my clit through the lace of my panties. The friction is delicious and has me racing toward a release faster than I’d have thought possible.
“Dirty, dirty girl. It’s going to be your fault we’re late,” he explains as he pulls his hand away, much to my displeasure.
Tucking his hands into the sides of my panties, he slowly pushes them down my thighs, allowing the cool air to rush over my heated skin.
He lowers out of my view before tapping my ankle, instructing me to lift my foot so he can steal my panties. The second he’s back at full height, I watch as he lifts the small piece of fabric to his nose and inhales.
Fire burns through my cheeks as he takes his fill and stuffs them in his pocket for later.
“Who does this pussy belong to, Bea?”
“You,” I breathe, my chest heaving as I wait with my ass stuck out, my clit pulsating with the need for more.
“Fucking right it does,” he confirms as he shuffles forward. “All fucking mine.”
I gasp as he drags the head of his dick through my folds, coating himself in my juices.
“Oh, yes. Please, Rett. Please.”
“Love it when you beg for it.”
I whimper, an image of me on my knees doing exactly that popping into my head.
Fuck. This man. I’d do anything for him. Anything.
“That’s it,” he soothes as he pushes inside me. “You’re going to take my cock, my cum, and then we’re going to hang out withour friends. And there won’t be a single second when you forget who you belong to.”
“Yes,” I cry as he suddenly thrusts forward, filling me so wholly it brings tears to my eyes.
“Eyes, Bea. I want you to watch as I take you.”
Unable to deny this man anything, I look up.
The intensity in his gaze as he stares back at me takes my breath away just as much as the feeling of him stretching me open.
‘Mine,’ he mouths. ‘All. Fucking. Mine.’
Sweat coats my skin as his movements get more and more erratic, his grip on my hips harder as he brings us both closer to Earth-shattering releases.
