He looked down, catching my eyes. “You’re insane.”
My lips curled into a mischievous grin. “I know.”
A moment later, I pulled his pants down and began caressing his cock, watching him moan in ecstasy. I lifted his stick and dipped my head, my lips wrapping around his shaved sac.
“Oh, fuck.” His body stiffened.
I glanced up at his face, my smirk retained as I worked on him with my hands and mouth. I sucked on his balls while my fist rolled along his erection.
Nial’s legs trembled when I swallowed his cock, dipping my face in and out of his groin. He pressed his hand against the back of my head so delicately, as if afraid I might choke to death.
How considerate.
I pulled out from his groin, my glassy eyes still locked on him. I sucked in air through the small gap between my upper and lower teeth as I continued stroking his length.
He threw his head back, groaning in pleasure as I worked on him. “So good. So relaxing.”
“That’s it,” I whispered. “Release all that stress.” I tapped his cock over my mouth before swallowing it again. “Hmmm. Mmmm.”
He took a handful of my hair, his waist grinding against my face. His cock was deep in my throat. I choked. Gagged. And eventually pulled off with a gasp.
“Fuck,” I whispered as a thread of drool lingered off my mouth. “That’s nasty.”
“Hot,” he answered, leaning down to kiss my lips.
I took off my top, revealing my breasts, swollen and heavy. Pregnancy had made them bigger—fuller. He spread out his legs and bent over with his cock between my curves.
My hands pressed my breasts against him, creating a tightness worth sliding through. We locked eyes as he fucked my titties with a steady rhythm.
“God, you look so hot,” he said, staring down into my eyes, his fingers in my hair.
Those words sparked something fierce inside me, something that killed the idea of him not finding me attractive anymore. I took his cock in my mouth again and resumed sucking, fiercer than before.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” he said, his voice deep and urgent.
“Come on my breasts,” I said, locking eyes with him. “I want you to come on my breasts.”
His face contorted in pleasure as he groaned while stroking his length faster by the second. I lifted my chest, breasts positioned, ready to receive his load.
“Oh, fuccckkk!” He exploded, his cap pink with sheer pleasure.
“Yesss, Daddy.” I pressed my boobs together. “Give it to me—gimme all of it.”
He released all over my chest, his thick load trickling down my skin. His legs trembled as he stumbled backward, almost losing his balance. The look of satisfaction and awe in his eyes prompted a smile on my face.
I grabbed my top from the floor and used it to wipe his load. “Still feeling stressed out?”
He straightened, struggling to catch his breath. “I feel much better now…thank you.” The slight pause came when he stepped forward and helped me to my feet.
“Glad I could help,” I whispered.
“Listen to me.” He cupped my face in his hand. “Don’t ever think less of yourself. You’re just as beautiful as you’ve always been.”
A flutter rose in my chest, and my head lowered to hide my blush.
“Pregnant or not, I’ll always find you attractive,” he said, raising my chin. “That’s the difference between love and lust.”
“Love?” I stared at him, confused, my brows furrowing. In my chest, my heart was pounding as I awaited his response.
