“God, yes,” I couldn’t help moaning as my head fell back.
Why had no one else ever fucked me like this? This raw, untamed, can’t-live-another-second-without-you kind of fuck?
My breasts were heavy, swollen, spilling out of my maternity bra, and he unclasped it with two deft fingers.
My nipples felt so hard and tight with arousal that they could have cut glass and something pulled deep inside me, a low dirty desperate need.
Ambrose took another step closer and held my heavy breasts in each hand, moving his thumbs so they began to circle my nipples.
It was absolute agony, an arousal so fast and consuming that it was white-hot pain.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful, Indi.”
His eyes were a blaze of blue at me. “I wanted you as soon as I saw you. The first damn minute I saw you there in that skirt with your arms folded over your tits and your fuck-me lips, defying that bulldozer. I wanted you so badly.”
“I thought it was your passion for conservation,” I gasped, trying to keep my hips from jerking forward, needing more contact with him.
His mouth twisted up as he pulled my nipples, just a tiny pinch of a pain, just a tiny bit too hard for comfort.
Just how I liked it
“I’m afraid it was just you. I would have stepped in front of anything you told me to.”
Coiled anger at how he had fucked it all up flared through me.
“Well, no one told you to fall in love with another woman,” I shot at him, the words bubbling out of me.
His eyes narrowed at me and he dropped hands to my hips, dragging me closer until I felt his cock pressing against the thin fabric of my pants.
“Ineverloved anyone else but you,” he gritted out, his fingers digging into my hips. “No matter how I fucked up.”
The tension pulled between us as I saw that muscle move in his tight jaw.
“Fuck it, just fuck me, Ambrose,” I hissed at him, feeling unbearably hot and achy between my thighs. My pussy lips were so swollen my panties were tight and biting into my skin.
“What?”
“I said, fuck me! It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just fuck me so I can go into labor.”
"Of course it means something,” my ex almost snarled as he ripped at the buttons on his shirt, then at his belt buckle. “It’s always meant something with you. It could never be just a fuck. This is amarry mefuck.”
And all that tightly-wound propriety began to unspool as my ex-husband gripped me by the hair and kissed me. With the other hand he ripped down my yoga pants and panties until they pooled at my ankles.
The tips of my nipples stung and I looked down to see two little drops of milk as I gasped with relief.
Ambrose flipped me around and positioned me carefully against the counter as I felt my thighs slick with arousal.
“On your elbows,” he said, kicking the kitchen stool closer.
Then he lifted me up on the stool and tipped up my hips so he could have easy access to my aching wet pussy.
CHAPTER 17
Ambrose
Icould barely believe what I was hearing and I felt myself beginning to unravel from the inside out.
My cock was already hard as a rock, but now the tip was twitching too, precum beading it and dripping down my thighs and soaking my pants legs.
