Page 147 of Before I Loved You

He trails kisses down my neck, his warm breath caressing my skin. “I love it when you ask nicely.” Two fingers shove inside me, filling me as I arch off the bed, my breasts offering themselves to him. His lips surround a hardened nipple, sucking and nipping as his fingers reach deeper, hitting that special spot.

The one that only he can find.

“More,” I beg.

His lips produce a smacking sound as he pulls away from my nipple, watching me with hungry eyes. I grip at his shirt, tugging it over his head, needing to see every inch of him.

Needing to feel his skin on mine.

The palm of his hand presses down, grinding against the most sensitive part of my body as I close my eyes, crying out in pleasure.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” His voice is lethal. Dominant. Sending me so close to the edge.

“Y-you!” I scream as he quickens the pace of his fingers working inside me with just the right touch my body needs.

I’m so close. So unbelievably close. But this isn’t how I want to come.

My eyes flutter open to find Paul watching me with lustful eyes. The large bulge in his pants rubs up against my thigh, searching for release, and I can’t take it anymore.

I can’t take one more goddamn second of him not being inside me.

My fingers impatiently unbutton his pants and carefully pull down the zipper. “Please, God, fuck me, Paul. I’m begging you.”

The smile that spreads across his face is beautifully sinful.

His lips ghost over the shell of my ear. “You own my cock, baby girl, and I’ll give you whatever you want, which means I’m going to fuck you fast and rough, just the way you like it until you’re screaming my name. But you need to do one thing for me.”

“Anything,” I pant, pushing his pants and boxers down his legs.

“Keep your eyes open. I need to see those beautiful green eyes when you come on my cock.”

A shudder runs through me as I nod, teetering on the edge of insanity with his fingers still pumping in and out of me. My fingers clutch the sheet beneath me as my thighs begin to shake.

Pulling his fingers out of me, Paul positions himself on top of me and swiftly thrusts his cock inside me, sending me over the beautiful edge of madness.

And I do as he says, keeping my eyes open until the very end.

* * *

“Sarah Fleur?”

Paul and I jump up from our seats in the waiting room at the doctor’s office.

After visiting Vanessa so I could see for my own eyes that she was okay, we went out to breakfast to kill some time and then returned to the hospital for my appointment.

The big twenty-week appointment.

Deep breath, Sarah. Everything will be okay.

“Here,” I declare, walking toward the woman with the clipboard in one hand as she motions for us to follow her with her other.

Paul’s hand falls on my lower back as he walks beside me. “Are you nervous?” he asks in a hushed whisper.

I start to shake my head but stop. “Maybe a little,” I admit. “Not about the baby’s sex but about the baby’s health. As long as our baby is healthy, that’s all that matters to me.”

“I’m sure everything will be fine.” He smiles at me as the woman ushers us inside. She takes some quick blood samples, hands me a dressing gown, and tells us the doctor will arrive soon before she leaves us.

After changing, Paul lifts me onto the table with ease. “No matter what, Sarah, you’re not alone anymore. We’re in this together, okay?”

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