Page 24 of Dirty Girl

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Dylan

Is this really happening? Is Jenson really here? Holding me in his arms like I’m something precious?

It’s like every single dream I’ve had since I left five months ago come true. I can hardly believe it. And it’s all because in a moment of weakness, I turned on my phone while debating about calling him to tell him about the baby. The guilt from him missing any more milestones from this pregnancy almost too much for me to bear.

I had his number up on my screen. With one tap of my fingertip, the call would have connected, but fear choked down my desire to tell him. The words turned to ash in my mouth and I immediately turned the phone back off and shoved it into the back of the drawer again.

Now that the initial panic of seeing him on my doorstep has eased, I’m starting to feel hope. Hope is dangerous though. I had hope once before and look how it turned out. Fear is edging in and making me doubt him again.

Can I truly believe everything he says?

I want to. God, I want to.

I’m so lost in my thoughts that I’ve missed something Jenson said. Maybe several somethings from the worried expression on his face. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

He cups my face in his warm palms, the heat seeping into my skin and spreading warmth throughout my whole body. My heart pounds in my chest and for the first time in forever, I feel alive.

“Are you okay, love?”

My heart surges in my chest, taking flight like a hummingbird’s wings at that endearment. Love.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m fine. It’s been a long day and I’m just tired.”

Jenson acts immediately. He’s got me sat on the sofa with my feet propped up on his lap and his strong fingers start gently massaging my aching feet.

“Mmm… oh God… so good.” I gasp and moan as I melt into the cushions to soak up all the sensations.

His focus switches to my other foot and I find myself squirming at the pleasure. My nipples have pebbled beneath my sweater and my panties are wet. It’s been so long since my body has been touched with any kind of affection. I’m just realizing now how badly I’ve been craving closeness. Even this innocent foot massage has my body yearning for more.

Jenson shifts under my legs and tries to bite back his groan, but I catch the breathy sound and revel in it. I adjust my position until I can feel the rock-hard line of his cock under my legs. He’s so big and thick. I need him deep inside me. Now.

He releases my foot. Those piercing blue eyes of his are studying me. I’m not sure what he sees or what he’s looking for, but when I rub my foot up and over his cock he moans and pushes up into the gentle pressure.

“What are you doing?”

I can feel my cheeks heat. I was feeling brave in my arousal, but now I’m doubting myself. What if he doesn’t want me? My body isn’t the same as it was the last time he saw it. My breasts have grown an entire cup size and my once small light pink nipples are large disks that have darkened into a deep shade of pink. Not to mention my stomach—I’ve not gained as much weight as Dr. Hastings would like, but stretchmarks still mar my skin.

“Stop it.” I jump at the abruptness of his tone.

“But, Jenson, you don’t understand. My body is…” I don’t get the chance to finish because he speaks over me and in my face.

“Your body is fucking perfect. You’re carrying my baby. You’re round with the proof of our love. Your breasts are full in preparation to feed our child. Your hips are curved so that you can safely bring our baby into this world.” He’s kissing each part of my body as he sings its praises. “And there is absolutely nothing that I don’t love about you, Dylan.”

My heart soars at his words and my body tingles in response to his touch. His lips and hands roam from the tips of my toes up the length of my body until he’s hovering over me, his lips a hairsbreadth away from mine. I love how small he makes me feel, especially now that I feel so huge. I close the small distance between our lips and swipe my tongue across his plump bottom lip.

An animalistic groan releases from deep in Jenson’s chest and the next thing I know he’s moved us until I’m sitting astride him with his fingers tangled in my hair as he devours my mouth. His tongue twists and twirls around mine. Our teeth gnash together as we lose control. His hands lift my sweater over my head revealing my embarrassingly plain white cotton bra. I blush profusely when he unsnaps the front clasp and pushes it from my body.

“Damn, these tits are even better than I remember.”

His mouth circles one of my nipples and sucks the tender peak. My pussy floods with wetness and I swear I could come right now from just this simple touch. I didn’t realize just how sensitive to stimulation my breasts had become. This is amazing. Bordering on earth-shattering even.

Jenson releases my nipple with an audible pop before turning his attention to the other. My head falls back and I weave my fingers through his hair, holding him to my chest. Each pull of his lips sends another pleasure pain of need to my core. I rock my hips against his length and my eyes practically roll up into my head when the pressure hits the perfect spot.

“Fuck. Shit. Oh, so good.” I chant while Jenson tortures my breasts, switching back and forth until I’m shaking from need.

I yank on his hair, tugging him from my nipple. He looks at me with lazy, lust-filled eyes. His lips slightly swollen and wet from sucking at my breasts. “What’s wrong, my dirty girl?”

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