Page 34 of The Forever Game

“Sure.” I grin, eyeing her with hungry desire as I step into the bathroom.

Shit, she’s fucking fire. Her tits have swollen from the pregnancy, and she’s got this glow about her, which is a complete turn-on.

I wet the razor and crouch down, gently catching all the places she missed.

“You know you don’t have to shave your legs for me. I know it’s awkward for you right now.”

She harrumphs. “I don’t shave my legs foryou. I shave them for me. I like how smooth they are when I’m done. It makes me feel pretty.”

“You’d still be pretty with hairy legs.”

She rolls her eyes. “I feel prettier with them shaved, so I don’t care how monstrously huge I get, I’m still shaving my damn legs.”

I laugh and kiss her knee, finishing off the other leg before dropping the razor into the sink. She starts to rinse everything off and I stand behind her, gliding my fingers up her bare legs and nibbling her shoulder.

“What is that look on your face, Mr. Pierce?” She’s gazing at me in the mirror, and I catch her eye, my grin hiding none of my desire as I grab the back of her towel and yank it off.

She gives a little gasp, then laughs as I flick the towel over my shoulder and admire her stunning tits in the bathroom mirror. Cupping my hands beneath them, I give those luscious funbags a gentle squeeze, lightly pinching her nipples as I nestle my body behind hers. I’m hard already, and I can tell by the gleam in her eyes and the way she nudges her ass back against me that she can feel my desire.

“Damn, you’re looking sexy tonight, Cherry Girl.”

She shakes her head.

“Baby, you’re always sexy to me.” My hands round her distended belly. She’s got stretch marks even though she’s religious with the moisturizer. I know she hates them, but they do nothing to scar her beauty. They’re part of her, and I love them because of that. They’re marks that represent what an amazing woman she is. She’s grown three babies already. Three. And she’s birthed two of them, which is fucking epic.

This woman in my arms is amazing. And so fucking sexy.

My dick grows even harder, straining against my pants as I grind against her perfect ass.

She groans, dipping her head forward and closing her eyes.

For a second, I think she’s about to tell me she doesn’t want this. Maybe she needs to talk about her shitty day first. Maybe she’s too stressed out to really let go and enjoy this with me. As disappointing as that is, I’ll accept it.

But when I go to step away, her hips thrust back again—her silent show of permission—and all I can whisper is “That’s my girl.”

Her lips twitch with a grin as she catches my eye in the mirror before bending her head back so she can kiss me. I glide my tongue along her lips, my hands trailing from her stomach to her thighs before cresting up her hips and then gliding north to play with her nipples.

She moans again, and I love how I know every one of her sweet sounds now. She can tell me without a word exactly what she wants, and I happily deliver, pinching her hardened nipples and sucking her neck.

Reaching back, she threads her fingers into my hair, closing her eyes and tipping her head back with another groan. She wants more, so I glide my hands back down, rounding my fingers over her ass and playing with her pussy from behind.

Her breath hitches as I dip my middle finger between her folds and start stroking her inner walls. I love this warm oasis, have studied it in depth, and enjoy the sweet gasp that pops out of her as I find her G-spot and give it a tickle.

My dick is straining to get free.

All in good time, my friend. Let’s make her come first.

I glide another finger inside her, stretching, reveling in the wet eagerness that greets me as I plunge a little deeper, then pull my fingers back, teasing her sweet spot until she’s gasping and leaning forward to grip the bench. She pants over the sink, and I hope she doesn’t come too quickly, because I want to keep going with this thing.

Sliding open the bathroom drawer, I keep stroking her inner walls while scrambling for her vibrator. It’s bright pink and easy to find. Her gaze darts to mine in the mirror, her lips rising in a playful smirk as I switch it on and a low hum reverberates around the room.

“You’re going to try and kill me with multiple orgasms, aren’t you?”

Her face is fucking beautiful, her expression puckering in ecstasy as I lay the vibrator against her clit. Her lips pop open with a silent scream, and I rub my scruffy whiskers across her shoulders, murmuring between kisses, “It wouldn’t be a bad way to go, baby.”

I glide my fingers out of her pussy and let her sink against the vibrator for a moment, supporting her belly while she bends her knees and loses herself. Her head tips forward, and the sounds coming out of her are magic.

I love her pleasure.

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