“You taste good, Trouble.” He groaned against her clit before licking her folds and positioning himself on his knees.
Removing the towel from his waist, he grabbed his dick and stroked a few times. Tapping at her entrance with the tip, he swiped it along her wet lips before plunging into her snug center. His dick throbbed in her tight space, and Coast’s lips parted in bliss at how he filled her up. With his fists buried in the mattress, Mozzi lowered himself over her, careful not to crush her belly when he kissed her nastily, and she sucked on his tongue. He had to brace himself for the ocean current while making himself comfortable inside her.
“Tell me how you want that shit.”
“Ohh, right there,” Coast crooned.
Her pussy was the perfect combination of tight and wet. He’d been a good boy for months, so he knew a release wasn’t far, but he was determined to give hers first. Coast was pregnant as hell, throwing the pussy back and matching his deep thrusts until her walls collapsed around his dick when she reached her peak.
“Fuck!” Mozzi groaned, slowing down so he could watch her coat his dick with her sweetness.
Grabbing her ass in both hands, he hit her with deep, long strokes until her eyes rolled. Mozzi turned her on her side so he could hit it from a different angle before Coast got on all fours, face down, ass up. Enjoying the view, he gave her ass a slap that echoed off the bedroom walls and plowed into her mercilessly. Coast wound her hips, throwing the pussy left and right, taking Mozzi as deep as he could go inside her, and the nigga was big. Watching her ass wiggle set him off.
“You trying to get pregnant again, baby?” His fingers dug into her soft skin while stroking her in circles and tapping at the bottom of her well.
“Shit, I’m about to cum!” Coast screamed, clawing at the sheets.
“Me too.” Mozzi grunted and emptied the clip inside her.
Lightheaded, he slipped out, draped himself over her back, and met her for a sloppy, nasty kiss. Her tongue swirled in his mouth and Mozzi cuffed her chin. His dick was on go, ready for another round. Throwing himself on the bed on his back, he caught his breath, and Coast climbed on top of him. She stroked his chest before creeping down his legs to greet his dick. Lifting it to an upright position, she kissed the tip before her tongue swiped along each side, before deep throating every inch.
Mozzi’s ass clenched against the bed, and his toes curled. Coast would suck and slurp then pop him out and kiss and suck along the side before swallowing his balls and licking along his scrotum until she was back at his thick mushroom head. Swirling her tongue along the tip, she looked him in the eye, and Mozzi nearly took his bottom lip off he was biting down so hard. She didn’t want him to blast off yet, so she straddled him right above his dick before easing slowly onto his pole. Bracing herself against his shoulders, Coast rode him in a gradual wave at first, allowing her walls to pulsate as she made her way to her next climax.
“Mmm,” she whimpered when his hands landed on her ass, guiding her on his pole with his lip stuck between his teeth.
Grabbing his face between both hands, she fed him her tongue and rode him until the only sound was their moans and his thighs slapping against her ass every time he pushed into her. One thing was for certain; she wasn’t letting pregnancy stop her from busting that shit open all night. The crisp air from the beach blew into their room through the open sliding doors, and Coast eventually drifted off, tangled in the sheets with her new husband.
A couple of weeks later…
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, threatening a storm. The Blackmoor house was quiet. A little too quiet for Ayla’s liking. It gave her too much time to think. Standing in the kitchen, hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long gone cold, she stared out the French doors at the yard covered in fresh snow. She hadn’t taken a sip in minutes. The doctor confirmed a little over a week ago that she had what was known as a cryptic pregnancy. According to her, it occurred in roughly one in 475 to one in 2,500 pregnancies. Ayla just so happened to be the lucky one.
Heavy footsteps started in her direction. Kong. Or it was her imagination. Stopping in the doorway, he watched her staring out like she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.
“You’re up late.”
His deep baritone startled her, and she almost dropped her mug. She glimpsed him over her shoulder. Silence settled between them. Kong was so handsome. His rich roux toned skinand those sharpened oval shaped eyes always stared at her like she was the only thing he saw.
“Couldn’t sleep.” She looked him over in his navy joggers, white t-shirt and matching zip hoodie.
On his feet were a pair of navy and white Nike Vapormaxes as he padded in her direction.
“Me neither.” She’d turned her attention away from him, but something was off.
He could feel it as she hugged the mug closer to her chest.
“What’s wrong?”
“What are you doing here?” she asked, exhaling slowly.
“I was lying there, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t seen you since the Hawaii trip, and you spent most of it in your room.”
“Were you lying there with your wife?” Ayla faced him, eyes glistening, skin glowing.
With no makeup, and a touch of gloss on her plump lips, she was gorgeous.
“Ayla.”
Her eyes shut briefly. The way her name rolled off his lips always did something to her.
