The chuckle that comes out of me is deep with a hint of darkness mixed in. “You know better than that, Sweetheart,” I growl. “I’ll always make sure you come all over my cock first.”
She raises her chin and loudly moans, “Bridger, please.”
As I run the tip of my finger between her pussy lips to feel how wet she is for me, I growl at what I find. “Always ready for me.”
“Always,” she echoes. She swallows hard and meets my eyes through the mirror. “I need you.”
I make a humming sound and crouch down behind her, loving the way her pussy is exposed to me. She’s glistening for me and her clit throbs like it’s begging me to suck it between my lips.
My mouth waters because I know how good she tastes. I swear she’s gotten sweeter every week.
As I swipe between her pussy lips, I groan against her flesh. Her hips jolt and I slide my hands up to her hips to hold her in place.
“Brace,” I grunt against her pussy.
It’s the only warning I give her before I suck her clit into my mouth. Her moans bounce off the walls of the bathroom, no protest in sight.
As her thighs start to shake, I pull away from her and smirk when she lets out a pitiful whimper. Our gazes lock in the mirror as I quickly undo my jeans and push them down far enough for my cock to spring free. I notch the head at her opening and plunge inside of her tight depths.
When she arches her back and throws her head back, her hair flies around and surrounds me with her vanilla and cream scent. It only spurs me on.
I fuck her hard and fast, holding her hips in place the entire time as her hands scratch against the top of the vanity like she’s trying to find a way to hold on.
“Bridger,” she pleads, “I need to come.”
“Oh, I know Sweetheart,” I grit out through my teeth, her tight channel trying to get me to come far too soon. “I can feel how much your body needs me. It was calling to me in the living room and I was powerless to resist.”
As I thrust into her harder and faster, her eyes squeeze closed, and her mouth opens as her breathing turns ragged.
“You better get there,” I growl.
My fingers tighten on her hips to make sure she’s steady as one of her hands leaves the counter and reaches between her delicious thighs.
I know the moment she touches her clit because the walls of her pussy squeeze me and she starts to chant my name. My hips punch forward faster as I push us both closer to the edge.
My hand lands on her ass, the sound of my slap loud in the smaller space. It’s all it takes to send her flying. Her pussy milks my cock and I grunt as I bury myself to the hilt and empty my balls deep inside of her.
My head falls to her shoulder, but I make sure to keep ahold of her hips to ensure there’s no pressure on her bump. It’s only after our breathing goes back to normal that I pull out of her. Still, I hold her to make sure she’s steady.
A smile stretches across her face, satisfaction written all over her face.
“You going to clean me up?” Her voice is hoarse and sexy as hell.
“I’ll always take care of you,” I murmur and plant a kiss on her neck right under her ear.
“I know,” she whispers.
It takes us a few minutes to get cleaned up and for my woman to check her makeup in the mirror. When she’s done, I pull her against my chest and plant a sweet kiss on her lips.
“As hot as that was, I missed kissing your sweet lips,” I husk.
Her plump lips curl into a smile and she wraps her arms around my neck. “Now, come on, my handsome baby daddy, we have a party to get to.”
“You got it, Sweetheart.” I rub a hand over her belly. “Let’s get you and little heart on the road.”
The silence we settle into during the drive is comfortable and filled with adoration. She watches the world go by and I keep my head on a swivel because I’ll be damned if anything happens to her. I sure as fuck don’t trust the other drivers on the road.
I calm down only after we arrive at Wyatt and Tenley’s home. After grabbing Ian’s present from the back seat, I help her inside.
