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Yet, I can’t shake the feeling she’s only doing this to prove her love for me rather than her desiring me in this moment.
“Don’t do this,” I pant. “Not unless you truly want me, want us.”
She answers by reaching her hand between our bodies to palm my erection.
An involuntary “fuck” escapes my lips, and my head drops back.
“Stop overthinking.” She trails kisses and bites along my throat. “Do you want this or not?”
She slips into my shorts, and her fingers wrap around me, moving agonizingly slow over my length.
“More than anything,” I groan.
She strokes me faster, twisting her fist, and my heart beats at the speed of light, breaths coming in gasps.
My body surrenders, entirely at her mercy. I grip the granite counter, rock-hard, aching, leaking. “You’re killing me, baby. Please.”
She takes me to the brink, knowing precisely what drives me crazy. I’m already on the edge, pleasure furrowing low in my stomach, my muscles tightening.
“Then give it to me, O’Reilly.” Her voice is pure seduction, captivating me as she does the camera.
Her teeth sink into my neck, and I lose all restraint. I lift her off the island and set her on her feet. Our mouths instantly draw together in a messy kiss, and we stumble toward the bedroom. I lift her shirt over her head, and my gaze fixates on her breasts, overflowing from her black lace bra.
My lips part. “Holy shit, they’rehuge.”
She chuckles at my reaction and reaches behind her. “It’s the pregnancy.”
Her bra falls, and my dick twitches. “Damn, we need to keep you pregnant.”
I yank my shirt off and toss it aside. While I’m doing so, she drops to her knees, lowers my shorts, and grips my length. Her hot mouth engulfs me, and my breath catches in my rib cage.
Without hesitation, she takes me into the back of her throat, swallows, and my eyes nearly cross.
I cup the back of her head and flex my hips. “Look at me, baby,” I command, my voice rough as gravel. “Look at what you do to me. You fucking wreck me.”
Her caramel eyes lock with mine, brimming with lust and longing. She sucks and strokes in tandem. Her tongue swirls over the sensitive underside, and I recite my wedding vows, struggling to last until I can come inside her.
She moans with a mouth full of my cock, and my balls draw tight to my shaft.
“Don’t make me come.” I fist her hair, unsure if I want to push or pull. “I need to fuck you.”
I step back, and just to drive me mad, she increases suction until I pop free from her lips.
“Come here,” I growl and lift her to her feet.
Driven by a furious craving to find release within her, I spin us both toward the breakfast table. In a frenzy of motions, I bend her over and press her chest to the surface, careful of the baby.
I rip her leggings and underwear to her mid-thighs, too crazed to remove them entirely, and palm her luscious ass. The view from behind is glorious—soft curves, her glistening pussy peeking through.
“You’re everything, Aurora.” I trace my fingers up her spine and clasp her neck.
This position has me looming over her, my grip ensuring she remains pinned to the table. Her leggings around her thighs further restrict her movement, adding an element of submission and vulnerability.
It’s erotic and primal, just the control I need.
I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and thrust home in one firm, smooth stroke, eliciting a cry from her lips.
“Goddamn, I missed this pussy, baby.”