Page 91 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 4

Amai pulled back, breathing hard, his face glistening. He flipped onto his back in the center of the bed, his dick standing straight up, thick, vein-lined, and dripping pre-cum.

“Get on top,” he commanded, his chest heaving. “Face the door.”

I didn’t argue. I crawled over him, turning my back to him so I was facing the foot of the bed. I straddled his hips, reaching behind me to guide his broad head against my entrance. I was dripping wet, swollen, and aching for him. I lowered myself down slow, inch by inch, stretching around his thickness until he bottomed out completely inside me.

“Oh, God,” I gasped, throwing my head back.

Amai’s hands clamped onto the sides of my hips, his thumbs digging into my skin. I began to ride him, rolling my hips in slow, grinding circles before picking up the pace. My sweat began to drip down the curve of my spine, glistening in the lamplight as I bounced on his lap, taking him deep.

Amai thrusted upward to meet every drop of my weight, his teeth gritted, groaning every time my ass slammed against his pelvis.

“Look back at me,” he growled.

I twisted around, looking over my shoulder, my hair falling across my damp face. He reached up with one hand, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck to pull me into a messy, breathless kiss from behind, his hips never stopping their brutal, upward rhythm.

“You’re mine,” he panted against my mouth. “Nobody else’s. Just mine.”

Before I could come again, Amai grabbed my waist, lifting me off him, and spun me around onto all fours in the middle of the mattress.

“Arch your back,” he ordered, his voice raw.

I pressed my chest into the mattress, lifting my hips high into the air. Amai gripped my hips with bruising strength, lined himself up, and slammed back into me from behind with one deep, merciless stroke.

“Amai!” I screamed into the pillow.

He gave me backshots with the kind of primal, heavy rhythm that shook the entire headboard against the wall. The sound of his skin slapping against mine filled the quiet bedroom. He was thrusting so deep, angling up into my cervix with every hit, that I had to claw at the sheets just to keep my balance.

“Look at that ass,” he muttered to himself, his voice shaking with pure adrenaline as his hand came down hard on my right cheek with a sharp crack. “Perfect. Every fuckin’ bit of it.”

He leaned over my back, his sweat dripping onto my shoulder blades, his hand reaching around to rub my clit while he pounded into me from behind. The friction was electric. I pushed back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, losing all sense of control as another massive orgasm ripped through my body, tightening my walls around his dick like a vise.

Amai pulled out with a wet gasp, grabbed my arms, and flipped me onto my back for the finale.

He parted my thighs wide, hooked my legs over his broad shoulders, and drove straight back in, burying himself to the hilt. Missionary. Face to face, chest to chest, meat to meat, our eyes locked together in the dim light.

He set a deep, grinding pace—not fast, but slow and bone-deep, pressing his full weight into me. His eyes were wide, dilated, staring down at me like I was the only thing that existed in his entire universe.

“Truth,” he breathed, his hips moving in heavy, agonizingly slow circles that made my vision blur. “I’m in your guts, baby.”

“Amai, please,” I whined, my hands clutching his damp shoulders, feeling the raw power in his back muscles. He leaned down, thrusting even deeper, pushing so hard into me that I felt it in my throat. I let out a breathless, half-laughing gasp. “Don’t you dare put another baby in me, Amai Landry!”

Amai let out a ragged, breathless laugh against my lips. “Don’t tempt me.”

He picked up the speed, driving into me with short, powerful strokes that brought us both right to the edge. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down until our foreheads rested together, breathing each other’s air.

“Come for me,” he whispered fiercely. “Come on, Truth.”

I shattered. The climax tore through me so hard my whole body arched off the mattress, my inner muscles clenching around him over and over. That pushed Amai over the brink. He let out a low, guttural roar against my shoulder, his hips locking tight against mine as he emptied himself deep inside me, his entire body trembling with the force of his release.

He collapsed on top of me, heavy and soaking wet with sweat, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

For a long time, neither of us moved. The only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized thudding of our chests and the hum of the air conditioner overhead.

Eventually, Amai rolled to his side, pulling me along with him so that my back was pressed against his chest. His arm draped possessively over my waist. He reached down and pulled the white linen sheet over both of us, tucking the edge under my chin.

I stared at the wall, catching my breath, feeling the warm stickiness between my thighs and the deep, contented ache in my muscles.

“Amai?” I said softly.