Page 52 of Festive

“It doesn’t have to be,” she interrupts with a giant smirk crossing her normally innocent-looking face.

My cock instantly jerks inside her, causing us both to groan at the feeling. Bringing up my hand, I grip her hip tighter. “Keep that up, and this is going to be over too soon, Thay. Now, behave.”

“Then shut up and fuck me like a goddamn Defiance president, Six!”

My chest swarms hearing her call me that. I don’t know what the fuck those words have done, but they’ve ignited an animal inside me. A man uncontrollable. Unstoppable. Practically unhinged. Unable to deny her any longer, I slide my hands up her sides, holding her gorgeous tits as I slam deep into her. My fingers pinch her nipples while I quicken my pace, my teeth biting down on her earlobes as she gasps frantically for breaths.

“You better come for me,” I demand, pulling her up so her back is to my chest. With her in this position, I know the head of my cock is grazing her G-spot with each thrust, working her up. Her body tenses, and I pinch her nipples while sucking her neck just below her ear with a growl.

“Fuck… that’s i-it. I’m g-gonna…” She stops breathing, hermouth open in the perfect ‘O’ as I watch her in the mirror. Her cunt tightens, trying to milk me, but I refuse to come yet. I want her satiated, unable to move by the time I’m done with her.

Rebel gasps, sucking in air, aftershocks jolting through her. I lean in, kissing her neck, her breaths frantic as she slowly comes down. When her silky, sweat-covered skin breaks out in goose bumps, I know I need to move us.

“Let’s move this to the shower.”

She lazily dips her chin and leans forward, bracing on the counter. Once I’m sure she’s not going to fall, I step over to the shower and turn the water on, adjusting the temperature. Then, I can’t help but take a moment to appreciate the site before me.

Rebel is braced on the counter, her head hanging, and she’s swaying her delectable ass side to side. Stroking my cock, it’s a poor substitute for being buried balls deep inside my woman, but I can’t help myself. It has me thinking of all the things I can’t wait to do with her after she has the baby. Rolling my neck, I tell her, “Get that sweet ass in this shower, Thay. Now!”

“Oh, you mean this ass?” she sasses, pushing it out and enticing me.

“I think I need to fuck that cheekiness right out of you.”

“Promises, promises,” she chimes with a smirk, sauntering over and joining me in the shower.

Without a word, I pull her to me, needing her lips on mine as the spray of water rains down on us. She wraps her arms around my neck, sliding her tongue against mine. Nipping at her lip, she groans, and I trail kisses and sharp nips down her neck to her chest, pausing to suck on her taut nipples. Her fingers thread into my hair, gently scraping her nails against my scalp. The sensation sends a shudder through me, and I can’t help but groan.

I release her nipple and drop to my knees, letting my hands glide over her swollen, pregnant belly. “You’re so fuckinggorgeous, Thay.”

With the water spraying over us, Islide my hands down her legs, gently massaging, my focus now on taking care of her. With everything that has happened, the kids and her pregnancy, our intimate moments aren’t enough. While I would love nothing more than to fuck her, to sink my cock into what’s mine, she needs this too. And after today, I want to remind her that I have her.

That she’s my priority.

Moving my hands up her thighs, I let my fingers graze her pussy. Rebel sucks in a stuttered breath as I become more deliberate with each pass, then she fists my hair, pulling me to my feet. Without a word, she turns and leans her chest and arms against the shower wall, panting for breath.

I step in behind her, dipping two fingers into her pussy. “Always so wet for me,” I praise, adding a third finger, causing her to cry out.

“More…” she begs, and I growl.

I slide my fingers out, and she whimpers, but I waste no time, lining my cock up and burying my length deep inside her dripping pussy. “This is going to be hard and fast,” I warn, gripping her hips in a bruising hold.

“Finall—” Her sass is instantly cut short as I drive into her, my balls slapping against her. Her breaths are short and fast, and she whimpers, her pussy clenching around me.

I fucking love how responsive she is when she’s pregnant. But then again, I can’t get enough of her, pregnant or not.That’s how we got here in the first place.

Each time I drive into her, it’s like coming home. I watch as my length disappears inside her with each thrust, and when she moans my name, my pace starts to falter. I clench my teeth, wantingto stay lost in this moment with her, but my legs start to shake as my balls pull up, and a zap of electricity shoots up myspine. Wanting her to come with me, I grit out, “Rub yourself, baby.”

Rebel drops a hand from the shower wall and circles her clit. When she reaches back and spreads her fingers around my cock as I thrust in and out of her, the pleasure instantly surges through me. My vision blurs, and my ears start ringing. My balls pull up, that tingle racing down my spine as the sounds of our joint, furious panting echo through the bathroom.

She clamps down on my length and cries out, her body trembling with the force of her own orgasm washing over her. The sensation of her cunt clamping around my cock so intensely as she whimpers out my name causes my dick to jerk inside her. My head throes back, my teeth grinding together as I grunt out something unintelligible, my breath ceasing as I explode inside her. My hips jolting against her from the force. “Holy. Fucking. Shit,” I manage to grunt out, my vision still blurry.

The intense aftershocks rack my body, and I’m unsteady on my feet, my legs shaking just as hers are. Our heavy pants for breath mix with the spray of water that has turned warm, washing away the slick sweat undoubtedly covering our bodies.

Rebel moans again, but there’s something off about it as I try to focus. “Six?” she whispers, her voice laced with concern.

“Hmm…” I mumble, still trying to find my equilibrium but also noting the tone in her voice.

“I, um… I need to stand.”

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