Page 85 of Forced Knocked-Up Mate

When his lips touch mine this time, there is an urgency to him that wasn’t there before. I cling to him as I answer his kiss, letting myself be overwhelmed by the intensity of the feelings that sweep through me.

Peter grabs my hips and kisses his way down my neck, teasing my breasts as he opens my robe and licks a trail down my belly. I writhe under him, begging for the attention of his mouth.

The slick, warm pressure of his tongue flicks across my clit, and I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. With one hand buried in his hair, I writhe up and down, guiding his mouth from my clit right down to the inner lips and deeper into my pussy.

I gasp with pleasure as he sweeps his tongue inside me, his hands grabbing my thighs and holding them apart as he kisses and licks every slick fold. When he slowly moves his attention back to my clit, I have to cover my face with my hands to silence my cries as the orgasm floods through me, stealing my breath and cresting across my skin as glowing waves of tingling light.

When I start to come, Peter groans, reaching down to lift me up so he can delve his tongue back down into the deepest crevices of my pussy. I struggle in his hands, completely helpless as he laps up every drop of juice he can reach.

I writhe in rapture as the waves keep rolling through me, causing spasms deep inside and waves of goosebumps across my skin. Slowly, my heart and my breath slow down, and when I take my hands away from my face, Peter is above me, watching me with his big, clear green eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, and tender love for him combines with the ecstasy of sexual pleasure within me, overwhelming my senses. All I can do is stroke his face as tears well up in my eyes and escape down my cheeks.

Peter kisses me gently, his hands all over me, squeezing my breasts and hips and stroking my thighs. His touch is firm and rough but still inexplicably gentle.

I feel his hard cock pressing against the slick, throbbing lips of my pussy, and a low moan springs from my throat. He puts two fingers over my lips and glances at the crib. I just wink and nod.

Trying to keep quiet while he fucks me is a constant challenge, but I’m always up for more practice.

I dig my heels into his ass and shove my hips towards him, begging for his cock. Peter holds me tightly around the waist until our bodies join together, his hard cock sliding into me in one sharp movement.

He rests his head on my shoulder as his arms go around me, and I link my hands behind his back as I grip him even more tightly with my thighs. I writhe a little, feeling the incredible hardness of him deep inside me, piercing me and touching the throbbing, deep ache inside that always hungers for him.

When he pulls back and looks into my eyes, I kiss him again, tangling my tongue with his and begging for more pressure from his lips as I wriggle up and down.

“Teasing me?” he gasps, trying to stay still as I rock my hips.

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s working.”

As I rock my head back and open my legs further, he starts to thrust with long, slow strokes. Every single inch of his hard cock caresses me as he works in and out with measured, controlled movements.

Even as my pussy clenches around him and my hands start grabbing his arms, he maintains a slow pace. I go wild under him, thrusting wildly and writhing up and down as I cling to him hard enough to leave bruises on my arms.

Gasps of pleasure slip through my lips, and I hold them in, not letting them turn into screams. Peter goes still above me, holding himself up with his arms as he pins me to the bed with his hips.

He waits for the inner convulsions and waves of intensity to settle before he leans forward and whispers to me.

“Ready?”

I nod helplessly, trying to hold on to him as he starts to thrust hard, fast, and deep. He falls against me, his arms wrapping around me and crushing me against his chest. I hold on as tightly as I can when his movements lose all rhythm and he begins to gasp and tremble.

“Oh, God,” he gasps. “Lucy, I love you!”

“I love you, too!” I cry, holding on to him as tightly as I can.

He thrusts wildly on top of me, the endless friction stroking me into another orgasm as his cock thickens inside me, then pulses and throbs as he comes in a sudden, encompassing rush.

We stay wrapped around each other, sweat cooling our bodies as our breathing settles. I can feel his heart beating against my own, and it doesn’t feel like we are separate at all.

It feels like we have one heart, not two.

A smile of pure joy breaks across my face, and I squeeze him tightly with my arms and legs. The feeling of our hearts beating together only gets stronger.

Hearts as one.

Now and forever.

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