She widens her stance, granting me access to her needy pussy. My free hand dips beneath her matching panties, finding her already wet for me. I roll her clit between my knuckles, slipping one finger past her entrance, and she gasps. I pull out and add a second finger, pressing my thumb against her sensitive bud while my other hand continues to knead her breast.
Her tits have gotten bigger over the last few weeks, spilling out over the side of my palm, purple and blue veins visible beneath her taut skin. She has light stretch marks there, too, and they’re sexy as hell. “I love every goddamn inch of you, Angel. Always have. Always will. But watching your body grow and change with our baby in your belly has been the privilege of a lifetime."
Something shifts in her gaze—a softness that wasn’t there before.
She reaches behind her, palming my rigid length through my jeans.
I groan as her hand closes around my shaft. “Not yet. Want to watch you come just like this.”
“No. I don’t want your fingers. I need you to fuck me. Please.”
The quiet whimper that follows is my undoing.
“Since you asked so nicely.” I slide my hand out of her panties and bring my fingers, soaked in her juices, to my lips, sucking them clean. “Mm. Fuck that’s good.”
I palm her hips and walk her backward until her knees hit the end of the bed, forcing her to sit. “Take it out.”
Angel’s hands find the button of my jeans, and it feels like an eternity as she pulls down the zipper. She reaches inside and releases my hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. Without prompting, she takes me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged tip.
She hums around my shaft, and the vibrations send a jolt of electricity coursing through me. “You keep that up, and I’ll come down your goddamn throat.”
She pulls away and grins.
“Not this time, baby. The only place I’m coming is inside your pretty pussy.”
I kick my jeans to the side and tug my shirt off over my head. Her eyes are filled with molten desire as she drags her fingernails down my chest. I’ve never questioned how Angie sees me. I know I’m a big guy, softer than I used to be in my prime, but that doesn’t mean I can’t throw her over my shoulder and have my way with her. The way she’s looking at me tells me she doesn’t mind my body one bit. If I don’t get inside her soon, she might just eat me alive.
I return to the full-length mirror and carry it closer to the bed, near the spot I was just standing, and I position myself in the middle with my back to the headboard. Taking my shaft in hand, I give myself a few rough tugs. Angie watches me with unfettered hunger.
“You want this cock? Get over here and take it.”
Keeping her gaze locked on mine, she unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor. Her panties follow shortly after. I expect her to walk around the side. Instead, I’m caught completely off guard when she climbs up from the foot of the bed and crawls on all fours until her face is lined up with my cock. She takes it in hand and licks up the length of me from root to tip. I groan, reaching forward to lay a stinging slap on her right cheek, watching it bounce in the mirror as she takes me down her throat once more. I repeat the motion, leaving a matching handprint on the opposite side.
“Enough.” It’s a gruff command and a warning all at once. “Get up here and ride me.”
She starts to straddle me face-to-face, so I stop her.
“No. Turn around. You’re gonna watch me fuck you.”
I help her get into position with her feet flat on the mattress on either side of my hips, gripping underneath her ass to keep her steady. She guides my cock to her entrance, easing down slowly.
I grunt as I fill her completely, and she stills.
“You okay?” I ask.
“So full,” she says breathlessly.
A swell of pride threatens to burst out of me. “That’s right. You were made to take this cock.”
She braces her hands behind her on my chest, lifting her hips and dropping back down. I cautiously guide each movement, watching the slow rise and fall in the mirror, gaze locked on where my length is entering her.
“Fuuuuck, that’s hot.”
My fingers dig into her soft flesh as she begins to move faster. I move one hand to her clit, applying pressure to the sensitive bud as she writhes on top of me.
“I can feel you clenching around me. Your greedy pussy ishungry for it, begging me to fill you up.” Her walls flutter around me. “You like the sound of that, baby girl?”
The only response I get is a jerky nod. If she wasn’t already pregnant, I’d be inclined to make it happen right here and now.
