Page 31 of Forced Pregnant Mate

“Well, you never told me not to!”

I run my hand down my face, shaking my head. It seems she really thinks I need the help, and she’s not catching on to the fact I just wanted to be in her company.

I don’t know if this is a bad thing or a good thing.

“I was just sticking packing labels and stacking pallets,” Lena continues. “The orders get out a lot quicker if I help. Aren’t you happy about that?”

I realize that the entire place has fallen into deep silence while Clive, Derek, and Betty try to pretend they are anywhere else. I grab Lena’s arm and hurry out the back to a storeroom, trying not to drag her too roughly.

“Lena,” I whisper furiously. “You can’t talk to me like that.”

“Oh, yeah?” she answers, glaring at me as I slam the door shut behind us. “Well, I just did.”

“I’m trying to keep you safe! You have to listen to me.”

Lena crosses her arms and sticks her chin out.

“I did listen to you. I helped out, just like you said. Now you’re telling me you don’t want me to? What do you even want?”

I want you. All of you. Fuck, I want you so much!

Our faces have gotten very close together, our noses almost touching. Her sweet scent is all over me, filling my mouth, covering my tongue. I can’t even remember what I was trying to say.

I see a look flash in Lena’s eyes, and it looks like passion. I don’t dare to hope that she’s ready for me—I can’t trust my urges, or any signals I think she might be sending.

No, I have to know completely that she is ready. I can’t guess. I can’t push her into it unwillingly.

Suddenly, Lena throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. Any self-control I was clinging to shatters as I reach for her and wrap my hands around her waist, throwing our bodies together.

She gasps softly into my mouth as our bodies touch. Her hands tighten around my neck, and I let my hands roam up and down her back. Lena reaches up with her lips, opening her mouth and inviting me to kiss her even deeper. When she writhes against me, I let out an agonized groan.

Oh, God, this is torture. This is such sweet torture!

“I want you,” she whispers. “I need you!”

The sensations are so intense, I can’t even answer. I fill my hands with her curves, grabbing her hips and then running my hands up to squeeze her breasts. She cries out and writhes against me even harder, urging me on.

Is she really ready? How will I know?

I push her back against some boxes, and she stumbles a little as she sits down on the edge, leaning back to catch herself on her hands. I dive straight for the button on her jeans, pulling down the zipper and yanking her pants down.

Lena gasps, almost a whimper. I leave her jeans caught around her ankles as I reach for her, grabbing her ass and tugging her forward to the edge of the box as I get down on my knees.

I look up at her, and her eyes are wide as she watches me. Her mouth is red from our kisses, and she looks completely stunned. She reaches out with one hand and runs her nails across my scalp, tangling my long hair.

My gaze is pulled back to her pussy, right in front of me and hidden by the barest scrap of fabric. With one hand still wrapped around her hips, I reach out and rub her pussy through her panties. She lets out a sharp cry and rocks her hips towards me, begging for more.

I grab the edge of her panties and yank them down, leaving them at her ankles as I put both hands around her hips and tug her towards me. When my tongue slips between the throbbing outer lips of her pussy and finds her clit she shrieks and wriggles in my arms, trying to open her legs further.

A growl of pure pleasure vibrates in my throat as I lap gently at her clit, rubbing my lips around the inner lips of her pussy. I can hear her breath coming in short, hard gasps as I lap deeper and slower, feeling the trembling in her body intensifying with every stroke of my tongue.

When harsh cries start to burst from her throat, I reach down and roughly pull her pants off her ankles before grabbing her knees and shoving her thighs apart. Lena goes completely tense for a second, holding herself still.

I dive into her pussy, moaning as I lap up all her sweet juice and punish the soft inner lips with my tongue. Lena puts her hand on my head, digging in her nails and tugging on my hair. My hands tighten on her ass and pull her even closer to me so I can push my tongue deeper into her slit.

Lena starts to moan as she rocks her hips against me, tightening her grip on my hair. I let her take control and use me, gently running the tip of my tongue from clit to slit, giving teasing, light strokes and deep laps, exploring every inch of her hot, slick pussy with my lips as she slides herself up and down on my face.

Suddenly, she opens her legs wide and thrusts her hips at me, yanking on my hair. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, alternating with slow, hard laps from my tongue. She gasps, clamping her thighs against my head and thrusting against my mouth. When I feel her start to tremble all over, I slide my tongue down the soft inner lips and deep into her cunt.

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