Page 151 of Babies for the Big Shot

I look up, meeting her eyes. She’s all fire, her chest heaving, lips parted as if she’s struggling to breathe. I place a single kiss on her lips, soft but intense, before I move lower, finally closing the gap between her legs.

Her body reacts immediately, her back arching, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she gasps, her head falling back. The tension has built to a breaking point, and now I can feel the sweet release of her breath as I let my tongue glide against her.

She cries out softly, her body trembling, and I know I’ve just pushed her to the edge. Her taste is sweet and intoxicating, the mix of chocolate and something uniquely her.

I keep my rhythm steady, not rushing, indulging in each response from her. Her hands are tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her legs twitching with need.

She’s completely consumed by the moment now, her voice hitching with every press of my lips against her skin.

“Nick, please…” she gasps again, and it’s all the permission I need.

I shift my position, and as my tongue continues its slow, teasing dance, my hands roam, exploring every curve of her. She’s so responsive, so open to me, and every touch makes her shiver with pleasure.

The sounds she’s making are driving me wild—soft moans, quick breaths, the occasional sharp gasp.

Her body tightens, her hips pressing closer, and I know she’s close, so close. I don’t want to rush her, but the need to feel her break is overwhelming. I shift slightly, my mouth moving faster, more urgently now, and her body follows suit, her legs trembling as she pulls me closer.

“Nick…” Her body shudders beneath me, and I feel the surge of her release, the soft cry she lets out as her hips jerk upward in pleasure.

I don’t pull away. I follow her through the wave, my hands holding her steady as her breath catches, as her body trembles and shakes with the intensity of it.

When the shuddering finally subsides, I move up her body, my lips finding hers in a heated, desperate kiss. She tastes of chocolate and desire, and it’s everything I’ve been craving.

Her hands find my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion, as if she can’t wait any longer.

There’s no hesitation now. No waiting. Just need, raw and powerful, as she presses herself against me.

“Now, Nick,” she breathes, her voice hushed but full of longing.

And that’s it. I can’t hold back any longer. I shift between her legs, positioning myself, feeling her heat, her hunger.

Then I push forward, burying myself in her slowly, feeling the tightness, the heat, the perfect fit.

She gasps as I stretch her open, slow at first, but deep, intentional. Her legs lock around my waist like sheneedsto keep me inside her.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growl into her neck, biting down just enough to make her moan. “So fucking wet for me, Sara.”

She claws at my back, breath hitching with every thrust. “Yes… yes, Nick, don’t stop…”

I don’t plan to. Not until she’s wrecked.

I grab her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, thrusting harder, rougher. The slap of skin against skin fills the room, echoing off the walls with her moans.

Her body arches, already close, but I slow. Control her. Tease her. Torture her just a little more.

“You want to come?” I murmur darkly.

She nods frantically. “Please, I need?—”

“Then get on your knees.”

I pull out and flip her fast, pressing her down by the back of her neck until she’s where I want her on the kitchen floor, ass high in the air, dripping for me.

Her thighs tremble when I run the head of my cock through her folds, but I don’t push back in.

Not yet.

“You’re going to take everything I give you,” I say as I fist her hair in one hand, stroking myself with the other. “And when I come, it’s not going to be inside. You’re going to wear it.”