“Big talk for a man who’s not in control of his cock right now,” she rasped, grinding down again, deeper this time. Her hands were planted on my chest, her hair spilling around us. She rode me slow and dirty at first, then faster, chasing her high, taking what she needed.
She gasped as she rode me faster, her hands braced against my chest, tits bouncing with every movement. My fingers gripped her hips so tight I was sure I’d leave marks.
And Jesus, I swear she wanted me to.
She was riding me like she owned me,and fuck, now she did. Theway her pussy clenched around me, slick and tight and perfect, dragging me right to the edge.
“You trying to finish me, Mrs Taylor?” I rasped, my voice wrecked.
“That’s the idea.” She smirked.
I let my head fall back against the pillows, groaning deep from my chest. “Fuck, look at you. So cock-drunk already. You were made for this, babe.”
“For you,” she breathed, barely holding it together. “I was made for you.”
That was it. My hands shot up to her face, cradling her jaw as I sat up slightly, still buried deep inside her. “You love me?”
She nodded. “So much.”
The kiss I gave her was messy and deep, all tongue, and teeth, and desperation. She whimpered into my mouth as I drove up into her, matching her rhythm.
“You gonna come on my cock like the good girl you are?” I growled against her lips. “Make me feel it?”
“Jordan,” she gasped, her voice breaking.
I felt her tense, that tight little quake I knew so well, and then she shattered around me, crying out my name as she pulsed over me, her thighs trembling.
I held her through it, fucked her through it until I couldn’t take another second. My cock drew tight, and with a filthy grunt, I came hard, spilling inside her with one last thrust so deep I swear I saw stars.
We collapsed into each other, breathless and wrecked, still tangled together. Her face was tucked into my neck, our bodies slick and trembling.
I kissed her temple. “Fuck. I love you.”
“I know,” she whispered. “You show me every time.”
I held her for a moment. “I put a ring on your finger, a baby in you, and you still ride me like that?”
She giggled. “Better get used to it, fiancé.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, kissing her shoulder. “You really are going to ruin me.”
Chapter Fifty-Five
Kate
I woketo the smell of sea air and the solid weight of him wrapped around me.
His hand was on my stomach again. He probably didn’t even realise he was doing it, but it was always there. Protective. Like he couldn’t let go. He hadn’t felt the baby kick yet, but I knew he was desperate for it. He talked to him every day, telling him our plans, promising to show him the world, to teach him how to swing a racket and read him bedtime stories. Every time, a lump rose in my throat, watching him slip into fatherhood with this quiet, devastating certainty. This little one had no idea how lucky he already was.
My body still carried the night before. My thighs ached in the best way, and I could still feel him everywhere he’d touched. My lips were tender, still tingling from how hard he’d kissed me. I felt warm all over, deliciously sore, and more than a little smug.
And my ring finger? I still got giddy every time I looked at it.
I smiled before I even opened my eyes. I had no idea this was coming, but should have guessed it.
“Morning, fiancé,” I murmured, my voice still croaky and full of sleep.
“Mmm.” His voice was raspy and content. “Say it again.”
