I use the crown of my cock to tap against her clit and watch her entire body shudder. It takes everything in me not to coat her pussy with my cum, but I hold off. Barely.
As I slide the crown up and down her slit, I coat myself in her wetness. I’m so fucking turned on that my vision goes a little hazy around the edges.
My woman is writhing on the bed, her breathing ragged as pleas fall from her lips. When I finally start to push inside of her, I grip her hips and hold her still.
“Hot. Wet. Fucking tight,” I growl as my head falls back on my shoulders.
“Bridger, fuck me,” she demands.
But I keep a steady glide because if I don’t then this is going to be over far too soon. She feels so fucking good. When I’m buried all the way inside of her, I hold myself still, needing a moment.
“Please,” she begs, “I need you to move.”
I don’t.
My thumb finds her clit and starts making slow circles on her bundle of nerves. The flush that spreads from the tops of her tits and up her neck is sexy as fuck.
Once I’m sure I won’t blow before I make her squeeze around my length, I start to move. At first, my thrusts are slow and gentle. But every movement has her pleading for more.
When my chin hits my chest, I look down into her blue eyes and get lost. They’re so dark with desire that my balls draw up.
“I’ve missed this,” she whispers, her voice a sexy rasp.
“You won’t miss it ever again,” I promise.
As I start to thrust into her harder and faster, I can’t seem to look away. The moment her hands come up to cup her tits before she pinches her nipples, I’m no longer able to control myself. My fingers dig into her hips, and I start to piston into her.
“I’m not going to last,” I warn her.
Just as she pinches her nipples again, I do the same to her clit and her pussy undulates around me as she screams out my name. The feeling of her milking me has me pushing as deep inside of her as I can while my spine tingles and my balls empty into her.
Yeah, I didn’t even consider a condom. It’s not like I can get her more pregnant.
We both moan as I pull out of her slowly and fall onto the bed next to her. The way she fits against me, even with the bump, when I pull her against my side is fucking perfect.
“Thank you,” I whisper against her hair.
She looks up at me with a satisfied smile on her face. “Are you thanking me for giving it up?”
I bark out a laugh and shake my head before I press a kiss to her forehead. “No,” I whisper against her skin, “I’m thanking you for being brave and coming to me when you did. We saw ourdaughter today.” My hand runs up and down her spine and she burrows into me. “You’re growing her right now. I’m in awe of you.”
“Thank you for not turning me away,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
“I’ll never turn you away,” I vow.
“I know,” she mumbles sleepily.
Her blinks become longer and longer as her breathing evens out. Does it give me a sense of smug satisfaction that I’ve put my woman to sleep with my dick? You better fucking believe it.
CHAPTER 18
AVERY
It’s kind of wild how six weeks can change your life. Really, in my case, one day changed my life. The me of six weeks ago, before everything imploded, would not have believed it if someone told me I would soon be standing in the house of a rock star.
Cole Howard’s house to be exact, the lead singer of Suburban Outcasts.
Not only is it his house, but the entire band is milling around the living room and kitchen. It’s movie night, but these people don’t do movie night half-way. Hell no, they do everything with flair and a whole lot of attention to detail.
