Page 100 of Addicted to Glove


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I forced myself to ease up, thumb swiping away a tear even as my cock twitched against her tongue. “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”

But she pushed my hand away, stubborn as ever—I wouldn’t have her any other way—and sank back down on me with a hunger that made me shiver. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to worship her or ruin her throat completely, so I did both—stroking her hair back from her damp face even as I fucked her face, each thrust claiming her a little more.

“Mine, Dani.” I groaned. “Every part of you is mine.”

Fuck, I need more.

I yanked her up and out of the glider, cock slipping from her swollen mouth with a wet pop. She gasped, lips glossy, chin wet, eyes glassy with tears. Christ, I could have come just looking at her.

“Why did you stop?” she started, breathless. “I wanted you—”

“Not in your mouth,” I growled, dragging her up against me, my cock pressing hard against her stomach through the thin fabric of her clothes. “I need to be inside you, kitten. Now.”

“But—”

I cut her off with a kiss, my tongue tangling with hers. “Trust me,” I rasped against her lips. “You have the rest of our lives to suck me off. Right now, I need to feel you coming around me.”

Her whole body shuddered, and she didn’t fight me when my hands slid to the hem of her tank, yanking it over her head in one rough pull. She was bare underneath, soft curves and flushed skin, and fuck if my chest didn’t ache at the sight of her like that—inourhouse, on the floor ofourbaby’s room, offering me everything.

After we removed the rest of our clothes, I spun her, helping her down to the floor until she was braced on the arm of the glider, knees sinking into the rug. Her back arched, ass high, slick and swollen and ready for me. My hand came down hard on one cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She moaned, pushing back against me, eager for more.

“That’s it,” I said hoarsely, lining myself up behind her. “Just like that, kitten. Let me take care of you.”

“Brooks—”

She broke off on a scream. I sank into her in one long, relentless thrust that had both of us cursing loud enough to wake the whole damn neighborhood.

“Fuck,” she cried, clutching the chair for balance.

“Jesus Christ, kitten,” I snarled, hips snapping forward again, the wet slap of our bodies filling the nursery. “I’ll never get enough of this tight cunt. So wet. Gripping me like you don’t ever want to let me go.”

“I don’t.” She whimpered, rocking back to meet me.

My hands branded her hips as I drove into her again, the chair rattling against the wall with every thrust, her swollen cunt clenching around me so tight it nearly made me see stars.

“You’re fucking perfect.” I groaned, my gaze devouring every inch of her—the curve of her ass, her rounded hips, the way hertits bounced with each snap of my hips. She had always been beautiful, but all filled out like this, thick with my baby, she was downright irresistible.

Her moans pitched higher, raw and desperate, and I felt it, the slick heat of her juices coating my cock, spilling down my length with every thrust. Each time I pulled out, I watched myself glisten with her, only to bury it right back inside where I belonged.

“Christ, kitten. You’re drenching me.”

“Yes,” she cried, bracing harder against the chair, hips rocking back to meet me stroke for stroke.

“You like taking my cock on your knees in our baby’s room?”

“Yes.More, Brooks!Please.”

Who was I to deny her?

I slid an arm around her middle and hauled her upright, her back flush against my chest. She gasped, clutching the arm of the glider for balance as I adjusted my stance, bracing my feet against the rug. My other hand clamped down on her hip, holding her still as I drove into her again. Slower now, deeper, every inch of me stretching her wide.

“That’s it.” I groaned into her ear, lips brushing the damp edge of her hairline. “All the way in, kitten. Right where I belong.”

“Yes—fuck—yes.” She gasped, knuckles white as she clutched the chair.

Sweat slicked my skin, dripping down her spine as I bent over her, chest to her back, my hips pounding into her with bruising force. Her body tightened around me like a vise as I drove us both closer to the edge.

I slid one hand down between her thighs, rubbing her clit in rough, insistent circles that had her whole body jolting. She was close. I could feel it in the way her pussy clenched around me, milking me tighter with every thrust.