Page 61 of Vegas Baby!

There were too many places to look at once: her face scrunched up with pleasure, her breasts swaying with every thrust, her thighs that rippled with each impact of mine against hers. I could look at her for eternity and never tire of it.

I wedged my fingers between us so I could work her clit and get her off before we changed positions. I didn’t know a ton about pregnancy, but I knew being on your back for too long wasn’t comfortable.

Ava squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth dropping open as she came all over my cock.

“That’s it, kitten.”

She whined at the name, desperately trying to catch her breath as I continued to tease her. “I didn’t…I didn’t say to stop fucking.”

I snapped my hips again and she broke with another cry. I rode her through the next rise until her skin was flushed head to toe.

“Okay,” she groaned. “Ready to switch. Help me up.”

I hoisted her to her feet and she gave each leg a shake.

“Hands on the headboard for me when you’re ready.”

The fresh rush of praline in the air had me dizzy with desire.

Ava climbed into the nest and made her way to the headboard, laying her palms against it and looking back over her shoulder at me. “Ready to be railed.”

I climbed up behind her, filling my hands with her luscious hips. “Ready to rail.”

Her giggle was pure sweetness, and it melted straight into another moan when I notched myself and slid into her depths.

“You have no right to feel as good as you do. Are you feeling up to a knot?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t give me one.”

“We certainly can’t have a disappointed omega, can we?”

“No, sir,” she quipped.

I smacked her ass cheek lightly, earning a squeak and an exquisite squeeze around my cock. “I don’t remember you being such a sassy pants when we were little.”

“Then your memories are faulty. Should I be offended you don’t remember what a terror I was?”

“Nah. I was probably doing that idiot pedestal shit. You don’t belong on a pedestal. You belong right here.”

“Fucking right, I do.” She dug her fingers into the headboard as I began to fuck her in earnest. I wanted to feel her fall apart for me as many times as I could in this life.

Listening to each tiny sound get forced through her lips as I drove in did wonders for my ego. My little kitten couldn’t keep quiet, not when she was with me like this.

I shifted, bracing one hand next to hers and wrapping the other to cradle her throat so I could lean over her back and hear those beautiful sounds up close.

“Going to come for me, kitten? I can feel your cunt pulsing.”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered out. “Don’t—don’t stop. Please, fuck?—”

This time I let myself go, wedging my hips against hers, thrusting as deep as I could. I spilled inside her as my knot swelled. Ava rode a fresh wave, the pressure of my knot sending her over the edge again. If I hadn’t already been in the middle of coming, it would’ve set me off again too.

I rested my cheek against her hair, both of us panting. Inch by inch we rearranged ourselves until we were sideways in the nest and I could curl up around her.

“That was…”

“Awesome?” I offered.

Ava laughed. “Definitely that.”

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