“No, because I’d fuck a twenty-four-year-old pregnant woman. I wouldn’t just fuck her. I’d do terrible things to her.” His breath tickles my ear as his voice resonates.
Is it wrong to cry out for those terrible things?I can’t rationalize my thoughts because my clit is beating louder than my brain is speaking.
“Do you remember all that stuff we talked about at camp?” I manage.
His gaze darkens. I know right away he knows what I’m talking about, even if he decides to play dumb. “No. What did we say?”
I swallow hard, heat warming my cheeks as I stare up at him. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s the hormones talking, but I think he wants me to give him permission to be rough with me.
“Well, we were talking about the dominant-submissive thing, and you said you were into it. So am I.”
He groans low, his cock like a sharp sword against my stomach. “You know I’d gladly tell you where to go and what to do, but I can’t fuck you and not keep you, princess.”
Princess?My brain isn’t sure how to take it, but my body knows right away I want to hear it again.
I lean into him, holding his big arms. “I want to be your princess, Dodge. I want you to take me.” I’m panting when I speak. “Fuck me, hard. Make me hurt!”
He growls again. “Oh, I’ll fuck you hard. I’ll fuck you hard and I’ll worship every part of your body.” His hips grind forward and his cock pokes me harder this time.
My fingers tunnel through his hair as he tears my shirt open, exposing my hard nipples and swollen belly. I stare down at the tattered fabric, wondering what exactly I’ve unleashed.
Slowly, he drags his kiss down, sucking each nipple with a hard pop before his teeth sink in.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
Taste?Why would Itastegood?
I glance down at my breast and notice I’m leaking fluid. It’s more than fluid. It’s actual breast milk. I wasn’t aware my milk had come in yet. For a moment, I’m humiliated, and I consider stopping the whole act, but the way he licks it off my chest, is turning me on for some reason. It’s both intimate, warm, and weird enough that my clit won’t stop throbbing.
“Take off your leggings,” he groans, as he licks the residue from his lips. “I want you naked.”
I do as he’s asked and strip myself down, ignoring every insecurity that’s blustering through me. None of them matter right now. All I want is him, free and wild.
As I undress, he does the same, and every bit of his perfection is unveiled. His hard chest, the trail of hair that follows his belly button, his perfect shoulders, his biceps, and his cock.His big, thick, pulsating cock.
I grip hold of it, rubbing the pre-come off the tip before licking my finger. I could lose myself right now. I could disappear into hours of love making and demands.
He turns me around. “Hold your hands on the wall. Don’t move them.”
I do as he’s asked as tiny fires blaze over every nerve in my body.
His big, rough hands run down over my hair, onto my shoulders, over my hips, my ass, and between my legs. He moves slowly, appreciating every last inch of my skin before turning me back again. This time, he reaches for his belt and wraps it around my wrists, tightening the strap in a motion that’s quick and leaves me puzzled. When my wrists are tied tight in front of me, he bends down onto his knees, and commands me to bend over.
The angle he’s asking me to curve into isn’t a flattering one, especially with this giant stomach, but I’m throbbing, and I refuse to say no.
When I’m in place, he slides under me and between my legs as though he’s going to do work on a classic truck, then licks from my ass to my clit, back and forth, over and over, feasting on my excitement. His hands rub my stomach as his tongue works.
For the first time in my entire life, I feel seen for exactly who I am. He’s not only admiring the parts of me he enjoys for his own pleasure. He admires all of me.
My thighs shake and my heart pounds as he sucks and pushes a finger in and out of my mound, then inserts a second.
“Be a good girl and come for me,” he groans, before licking harder.
My pussy grips his fingers and I tense, desperate for an orgasm.
“That’s my girl. Come for me, princess.” He thrusts his thick fingers in and out of my pussy as he devours me like a meal he’s thought about for ages.
My hips tighten and I sink my ass onto his face and ride his beard hard until it’s glistening with my sticky, wet come. I huff out a few short breaths as he licks my outer lips, brushing his beard against the sensitive area I’ve just been grinding against. “Fuck me, Dodge! Fuck me hard! I want your cock!”
