Page 166 of The Rebel

Because even though he was focused on my pussy, lapping the top while fingering the bottom, I didn’t just feel it there.

I felt it in my nipples.

My throat.

My mouth.

“Ahhh.” My head fell back, my eyes squinting. I didn’t have to focus. I didn’t have to search. Whatever he was doing to me was bringing me right there. “Cooper!”

I was heading toward the peak. I didn’t run. This was more of a delicious, incredible crawl as the tip of his tongue slapped across me horizontally several times prior to him sucking my clit into his mouth. While he held it with his teeth, giving pressure to each side, he used his tongue to add friction to the front. And when he released it, he resumed his previous speed.

“Fuck!” I yelled.

But that wasn’t the only thing that was leading me. His finger was aimed toward my stomach, hitting that spot deep inside, circling it, using the same pressure as his tongue.

“Yes!” I cried.

My body rocked forward.

My knees fell inward.

“Cooper,yesss!”

The most intense blast shot through me, keeping me right there, like I was suspended in the air, and that lasted for at least a couple of seconds before the shudders set in.

“Fuck yes. Let me taste that cum.”

Even the wiggles, as they racked my body, were wilder than I had been prepared for. These weren’t waves. These were crests that had me holding on with all my strength while he drained the orgasm from my body.

He didn’t stop. He just went softer, slower.

Until I completely stilled.

“Damn,” I whispered. “You just ate me like you needed that orgasm for yourself.”

“I did.”

“My God, you’re hot.”

When he surfaced, my wetness was all over his lips, and as he licked it off, he slid out of his boxer briefs and moved me higher on the bed until my head was on a pillow.

Our options were somewhat limited with my belly, but what I really enjoyed was spooning. He knew that was where I was the most comfortable, and he immediately got in behind me, raising my leg over his, his hand going to my breast once we were locked in place.

“God, I fucking love you pregnant,” he hissed as he entered me. “You’re so tight, damn it, and you have no idea how wet you are right now.”

He didn’t slam as he thrust inside. That had changed since the addition of the belly.

Instead, he was gentle with his strokes. With the way he squeezed my nipple. How he flicked my clit with his thumb.

It was as though he was worried about the both of us and caring for the both of us at the same time.

But I begged, “More,” because I needed a bit of roughness.

I needed his power.

I needed to feel his dominance.

“Just like that,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

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