“You’re perfect.”
“Oh,” she whispers, looking down at herself.
“I’m going to taste you now, Abigail,” I say. “Are you okay with that?”
“Oh,” she repeats, her face, shoulders, and chest heating beautifully. “Yeah.”
“Thank fuck,” I moan. “I’m starving.”
Without another thought, I dive in and feast like a dying man.
Her taste explodes in my mouth, and I’m instantly addicted. It doesn’t take long before her hips start pressing harder against my mouth, and I chuckle.
“Stay still,” I say, gripping her hips and pressing her firmly onto the bed.
“I’m trying,” she pants. “But that feels so freaking good.”
Releasing one of her hips, I slide a finger inside her dripping pussy.
That’s all it takes for my baby to explode.
“Not done with you,” I growl against her inner thigh.
Knowing she’ll be sensitive for a bit, I take my time nipping at her skin, avoiding her clit. When her hips start angling toward my face again, I chuckle and fucking attack.
This time, I slide in two fingers, angling them and massaging her from the inside, pulling her straight into a second orgasm.
“No more,” she cries, tears running down her temples.
But I’ve been paying attention. Those aren’t tears of pain or fear. It’s pure adrenaline.
“Not yet,” I say, kissing her hips, her belly, licking her cute-as-fuck belly button.
“My cock is massive, babygirl,” I admit. “I don’t want to hurt you. Now just lie there and let me play.”
“Can’t I play?” she asks, and I nearly explode right there.
“Not this first time, Abigail,” I growl. “When I have a bit more control, then you can play all you want. Fuck, the thought of your mouth around my cock is one I’ve jacked off to many times.”
“Really?” she asks as I make my way back between her legs.
“Yes,” I say. “One more, baby. Give me one more so I can finally make you mine.”
“I’m already yours, silly,” she says softly. “Also, maybe we should talk about something first.”
“What’s that, baby?” I ask, slowly licking the juices coating her pussy.
Fucking delicious.
“You didn’t bring condoms,” she says. “And I’m not on the pill. If we do this, I could get pregnant.”
I grunt as pre-come soaks my dick.
I close my eyes and image after image of Abigail, heavy with my child, floods my mind.
“I’m okay with that,” she whispers. “I know it’s not something we’ve ever talked about. But I’ve always wanted to be a mom. I want lots of kids.”
I’m trying to get my raging erection under control, and Abigail takes my silence as my answer.
