I wiggle said nose. “Occupational hazard.”
He tilts my chin up, eyes boring into mine with a hungry look that sets my blood ablaze.
“Your next client doesn’t arrive for over an hour, and, as it turns out, I have a gap in my schedule?—”
“Was that intentional?”
“It’s my lunch break.” He kicks the door shut, and bends to kiss me full on the lips.
This isn’t the first time a ‘gap’ shows up on both our schedules. In fact, it happens at least twice a week.
Kellan pushes me down into the rolly chair and drops to his knees. I don’t even wait for him to lift my skirt. I do it for him.
He pulls my panties aside, nostrils flaring as he takes in my scent. “Fuck,” he groans, burying his face between my thighs.
I dig my fingers into his scalp and grind against his handsome face.“Yes…like that…”
His tongue slides up my seam to my clit, falling into a steady rhythm meant to drive me mad.
I arch against the chair, throwing my head back, a cry stuck in my throat.
Pressure builds at my core as one thick finger penetrates me, followed by another.
“Kell,”I whimper, legs trembling.“I’m close…”
My body explodes, coming in wave after wave of intense spasms that make me babble in tongues.
Before the waves even subside, Kellan is on me, thumb pressed to my clit, cock pushing at my entrance.
“Fuck, baby—you look so damn incredible,” he pants, pushing his enormous head inside me.
“Hurry!” I plead, reaching down to feel where we’re joined.
“So…fucking…tight…”Kell grabs my hips and drives deep inside me, bottoming out in three savage thrusts.
“Come with me…”he pleads.“I need you to come…right…fucking…now…”
Just as he explodes deep inside me, his thick cock pulsing, I feel myself being pulled under by waves that are too powerful to fight, waves that blur the edges of my vision until there’s nothing left but him—Kellan—my husband buried to the hilt, filling me with ropes of thick, hot cum.
Long after our bodies calm, we stay locked together, his body hunched, forehead pressed to mine.
I sigh and muster the strength to say, “I’m going to need a lunch break to refuel from my lunch break.”
“I’ll place an order with the diner,” Kellan says as he pulls away, rising to a stand.
“Okay, but you better order mine for two.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Did our lunch break leave you that famished?”
“No, I’m just eating for two now,” I say nonchalantly.
He blinks, eyes narrowing. “Really?”
I get up from the seat, adjust my panties and smooth my skirt. “What, ya can’t tell?” I turn, jut my hips out, and rub my belly. There isn’t even a hint of a baby bump yet, but seeing the perplexed look on Kellan’s face makes me giggle. “I’m only about ten weeks.”
Before I know what’s happening, I’m in his arms being smothered by kisses.
His laugh breaks halfway through the kisses, turning into something rough and almost disbelieving.
