“Okay, okay.” He scratches his head, then tosses the tongs over his shoulder, contemplative when he leans back to stare at me again. His brows lift as if a light bulb has switched on over his head. “If I can get you to squirt again, maybe you’ll push it down low enough for me to grab it.” He doesn’t give me time to weigh this option, immediately sealing his lips over my clit.
My stomach caves in. “What the hell? You’re not grossed out that we—I mean we just—you?—”
“Fuck no, I’m not,” he says, licking his lips, the lower half of his face glistening wet.
“Seriously, that can’t be normal.”
Forest shrugs, darting his tongue out to massage my clit. “I love eating your pussy.”
“But doesn’t it…taste weird?”
“Tastes even better than your blueberry pie.” He dives back in.
“You’re a real freak, you know that?”
He rolls his eyes up to meet mine when I moan and splay my hand over his head, pushing him down. “So are you, angel.”
Huh. I guess so.
My pussy is so sore by now that it takes a while for his ministrations to become pleasurable. And then even better. Fucking fantastic when he pushes his fingers into me, curling them as he sucks the life out of my clit.
I jerk my hips up, threading my fingers throughhis hair, tugging it at the roots. “Forest!” My mouth drops open, and my stomach muscles tighten as a familiar ball of heat expands within me. “That’s it, baby. A little more. Oh god!”
I wheeze for breath when he shoves his fingers deeper, and I buck wildly when I cum, soaking the edge of the bed and his face.
“Got it!” he yells, holding up the cum-coated condom when he rises…then shoves his dick inside me all the way to the back of my channel, making me bite my tongue.
“What are you doing?” I nearly scream, even as I reach for him and yank him down on top of me.
“Can’t get enough of you, angel.” He pushes his hands under me to squeeze me tightly, fucking me hard and fast. “Need to cum again.” It doesn’t matter how sore I am or that I’ve already had two epic orgasms—I’m needy for a third, especially when Forest looks me dead in the eye and says, “There’s no point pulling out.”
Chapter Sixteen
Forest
As sympathetic as I am to Autumn’s plight, I’m pretty pleased with myself as she hobbles around the office the next day, extra makeup applied to the hickies I left on her neck above the blouse she’s buttoned up to her throat. That’s how good and hard I fucked her last night, making her orgasm over and over again, making up for the tong debacle. It’s truly terrible, admitting to myself, how hot I found it playing with her pussy like that.What other gadgets would she let me use on her?I bet she’s willing to find out, my perfect, freaky, potentially pregnant little angel. If she asks me to wear another blasted condom, I’ll hope for the same outcome, my cum stuffed deep inside the woman who dominates my mind.
“I’m going to wipe that grin right off your smug face when I slap you with eighteen years of child support,” Autumn says, glaring at me when she has to ease herself into her chair.
My heart seizes in my chest, and I find it hard to swallow. “So you would keep the baby—want to raise them—if you were pregnant?”
Autumn peers at me with an intensity that makes me sweat as I wait for her answer. Finally, she sighs and slumps. “Yeah.”
Keeping strict control of my overjoyed expression so she won’t see how greatly her words have affected me, I exit out of a client’s portfolio I’m currently working on and bring up my personal financial folder on my laptop. As soon as Lindsay found out she was pregnant, she said that although she wanted to go through with the pregnancy, she wasn’t ready to be a mother, and she ended things between us. She told me she would sign over her parental rights if I wanted to raise the baby on my own instead of giving them up for adoption. It took me months to decide, but when I finally did, I opened a college savings account and a trust that would be handed over when Josephine graduated high school, and then turned twenty-one, respectively. I’ve done the same with Sebastian and Benjamin, already feeding into their accounts with each paycheck. Once Lindsay and her husband’s estate is out of probate, I’ll evenly divide all the proceeds into their accounts as well. With all the irresponsible “mistakes” Autumn and I have made, it’d be a good idea to get the ball rolling on opening two more accounts.
“What is the start date of your last menstrual cycle?” I ask Autumn twenty minutes later as I click around on my computer.
Autumn squeaks into her phone, “So sorry, Mrs. Qureshi, I need to put you on hold for a few minutes.” She jams a button on the dock on her desk and drops the phone into its cradle. “Did you seriously just ask me that?”
“Yes. If you ovulated around the time we were in Georgia…” God, I hope so. I really fucking hope so. I spin my laptop around to show her the shared calendar I have pulled up. “Then you can take a pregnancy test as soon as tonight.” I mentally cross my fingers. “Should I pick up a box on the way home?”
I shrink as Autumn openly gapes at me, those hypnotic eyes of hers growing wider as she silently counts the days on her fingers, then recounts them twice more. Finally, her lashes flutter when she says, “No, not yet.”
“But soon?” I ask, tensing my thighs, my cock swelling in my slacks at the thought.
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Let me know when to get one,” I mumble, cracking my neck side to side, and I spin my laptop back around.
