“Are younaked?” I grip the table and steal a quick peek to confirm. “When did you—? You know what? I don’t want to know. And I was almost done, you fucking tease. If you let me finish up these last few calculations, I’ll be all yours.”
He mumbles something that I take to mean I’m already fucking his, and I should hurry up and realize that because he’s not stopping.
One of his big hands cups the underside of my leg, and the unmistakable sound of fapping rises from beneath the table.
The thought of him jerking off his lush cock while he’s tongue-fucking me makes my core restless and achy with need. I can’t help rocking into his face, and it spurs Bates on like nothing else. He grows wild and insatiable, doing anything he can to get a rise out of me. When he pinches my clit between his lips, I clench my pencil so tightly that writing becomes impossible. I grip the table and try to catch my breath.
“You’re making itveryhard to concentrate.”
A satisfied grunt sounds from below, then both of his big hands run up my legs and under my dress to grip my ass. Hisfingers dig into my cheeks, and he tugs me forward on my chair. He grinds me into his face as his tongue pushes inside me, and when one of his big, blunt fingers starts tracing the rim of my asshole, I fall apart, bucking into his face.
His head hits the table again, and his grumbling vibrates through my pussy until my clit isthrummingwith it. He pushes his finger inside my ass, and my pencil snaps in my grip as a powerful jolt of pleasure rockets through me. Bates moans and licks at me as if I’ve just given him a rush of arousal to clean up and he’s been gagging for it.
His finger slips from my ass, but his lips never seem to leave my skin. They part and peck, but remain pressed to my body as he pushes my dress higher to make way for every kiss he sees fit to bless me with. He takes his time, using his strength to keep me comfortable and supported as he cherishes every part of me that his lips encounter.
Little by little, he drags my limp body beneath the table, as a predator might drag its kill into its cave. Stripping my dress away, he spends a generous amount of time acquainting his face with my rounded belly and swollen breasts. His beard scuffs my skin, and the way he suckles at my breasts has me feeling needy and empty.
I begin to move against him, and he hums softly before nipping at my neck. He rises onto an elbow and gazes down at me with such love in his eyes that I could melt. Fuck the schedule, work can wait.
“You’re lucky we have under-tile heating, or I’d be screaming at you right now.” I scold him with a click of my tongue, but I can’t hide my smile. “You’re going to fuck your pregnant wife on the floor, then?”
Bates touches his nose to mine, then backs out from under the table, grabbing my ankle and pulling me with him once he’s emerged. My skin squeaks against the warm tile, and I giggle ashe acts like a total caveman dragging me behind him until I’m clear of the table.
He scoops me into his arms. “I’ve got something better in mind.” He carries me through to the living room, where he has spent the last hour and a half building a huge blanket fort to surprise the kids when they wake up. “You can’t let the girls know we got to play in it first,” he warns as he ducks with me through the tent-like door flap to reveal a magical space filled with soft touches and lit with fairy lights. “But by my royal decree, my queen will enjoy the palace before the princesses wake up and take over.”
“Bates, it’s beautiful.”
“Just like you,” he says, lowering me onto a bed of soft cushions and blankets before lying next to me.
I push him onto his back and climb onto his stomach. “I think the king is going to enjoy playing in here as much as I am.”
Bates laces his fingers and tucks his hands behind his head as he grins. “How will he do that?”
I lift my ass, guide his big cock to my pussy, and coat him in arousal before I spread my folds to accommodate him. I work myself down onto his fat shaft, rocking back and forth until he’s deep inside and we’re pressed together as I straddle him.
He wants a show, so I’ll give him a show.
He deserves it.
Bates Kelly is a beautiful man and a wonderful father. He’s even Dad’s favorite son-in-law — though being his best friend was a big advantage in that regard.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” I whisper, gazing down at him. “Just looking at you makes me wet.”
I demonstrate, soaking him as I roll my pelvis. His jaw clenches on a strained sigh, and his cock flares inside me.
I lean forward and grind my clit against him. “You fill your queen just the way she likes it, and you make her feel so fucking good.”
I move faster and draw his attention to baby number four by splaying my fingers over my bump and following the shape of my curves until I’m palming my breasts and fondling my nipples. “Pussy, belly, heart, and soul... You keep her full ineveryway.”
Bates moans. His throat stretches out the sound as his head presses back into his hands and the pillows, but his eyes never leave mine.
I lower my face right next to his ear and brush my lips against the earring through his cartilage as I whisper. “I’m going to come hard on your majestic cock, then I’m going to wrap my mouth around it and swallow everything you give me before I lick you clean.”
Bates groans, and his cock thrashes inside me like a caged beast as I cover his balls in my juices. I’m going to suck those clean too. His hands fly out from under his head to still my hips as I mill my clit against him. I’m so fucking turned-on by his unbridled response to me, but if he thinks he gets to control what he’s started in me, he’s dead wrong. I grab his wrists and guide his hands back over his head before whispering in his ear again.
“I love the taste of your cock, Bates Kelly. It tastes like me — because you’re fuckingmine.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, and I get a warning growl that I need to stop teasing him.
