Page 142 of Beautifully Reckless
My cock aches, my fingers twitch, and my tongue is fucking salivating to suck her pebbled peaks into my mouth.
A loud breath escapes her as I free each melon, exposing her tits as my eyes take everything in.
“Fuck…” I breathe, my mind turning to nothing but mush. “Your tits, they are…”
“Ugh. I know. They are fat, right? Being pregnant has made them so much bigger.”
My eyes flick to hers, and I can see she honestly believes that.
“Abs, what the fuck? They are perfect. Fucking delectable.”
“Delectable?” Her brows hitch.
“Yes. I want them in my fucking mouth.”
She whimpers, but arches, clearly wanting that too, so with a smirk, I shoot her a wink and dive in.
The moment my tongue flicks over her peak, she cries out, her hand coming to the back of my hair and latching on.
I moan over her nipple, the fingers on my other hand pinching her other one, the combined actions quickly making her writhe.
I swap tits, moving my mouth to the other while using my fingers to glide my saliva over the first nipple, eliciting another moan.
“Cam,” she cries, the swell of her stomach pressing against my chest, her inner ache obviously getting worse.
Pulling back, I quickly start tugging her dress down over her bump, and I’m surprised at how much she tries to help, like she can’t bear to be covered up anymore.
By the time I’m tugging it off her feet and tossing it somewhere behind me, my eyes are taking in her fully naked body for the first time.
For a moment… a long moment… I’m stunned.
Her breathing is rapid, her tits rising up and down, her nipples straining, and her cunt still glistening between her parted legs.
But that’s not what has me stunned.
It’s seeing her like this, the naked swell of her belly with her heavy tits… fuck.
“Ringo?” she whispers, and I can hear her uncertainty lacing that single word.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I admit honestly, meeting her eyes. “It makes me…”
She frowns when I trail off, shifting nervously on the sofa.
“It makes you what?” she asks.
“Fuck, Angel. It makes me want to be the one to make your body swell withmykid inside you.”
Her lips part and her eyes water, a frown puckering her brow.
“You can’t say stuff like that,” she protests, yet her voice is weak. Pained.
“Why the fuck not? I’m only being honest.”
“But… this isn’t real.” She gestures between us, and the sting of rejection starts to settle in.
But I know she’s not really rejecting me. She’s confused. By my feelings. By hers. By the way two people so opposite can mold together like a perfect fit.
“I said it three fucking weeks ago Angel, and I’ll say it again. This isn’t a ruse. Not to me.”
