Page 81 of Pucked and Pregnant

It’s a bit strange being with her without the other guys. It’s definitely more intimate, and I get to make up the rules as I go, focusing on just us. I’ve always been a considerate lover, at least I hope so, but I never worried much about the tempo of the process. I usually just read the noises that the girl was making to the best of my ability, trying to bring out all the right tricks to make sure that I pleased her.

However, with Liv, the rules are totally different. For one thing, she’s now used to getting stimulation from three men at once, which makes being the only one pleasuring her a little daunting. For another thing, she’s a rough and ready, straight to the point kind of partner, which could be really fun, but could also get kind of repetitive. I’m usually grateful that she’s adventurous and loves a good messy, aggressive romp, but that isn’t what I wanted, or needed tonight.

“Okay, maybe this is kind of nice,” she breathes out as I suck her clit gently into my mouth before diving my tongue into her heated center again.

“Told you,” I murmur against her delightful heat.

“Connor, I’m so close,” she whispers, pressing her hips upward with more urgency.

I draw back a little, and she protests with a small noise. I rise over her again moments later, the head of my cock teasing at the dripping warmth of her welcoming me.

“Please, Connor, just fuck me. I’m dying.”

I look down at her, her lips red and swollen from my kisses, her cheeks pink. In my heart of hearts, I can’t wait to really feel her, to claim her as mine.

I lift my hips and press an inch inside of her. She moans, arching toward me. I pull myself back and shake my head.

“Slowly, remember?” I tell her, not even sure why I’m pushing so hard for this new tempo and cadence between us. My cock is telling me I’m a fool, but my heart, well, I’m letting it dictate what we do this time.

“Slowly, right,” she manages to say, clearly struggling to hold still as I fill her pussy inch by tantalizing inch.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I say to her as I finally sink all the way inside. She’s so tight and all I want to do is allow myself to come undone but I absolutely will not give in to that desire. We are going to make love for once, not fuck.

“Connor,” she says softly, doing as I asked and holding still. I stare down at her for a moment, admiring her full breasts as she pants a little with the effort. Then, I start moving slowly, pulling all the way back out until just the head of my cock is inside of her.

As I slowly start to move again, she gently rises up to meet me, like the ocean washing up on the beach. We fall into a slow,steady, almost tantric rhythm, her cries growing louder and louder as the pleasure intensifies.

“Liv,” I gasp as I start to move more quickly, “it’s like you were made for me. You fit me like a glove.”

She grins for a moment, then her mouth falls open as the first warning tremors of her orgasm pass through her. “Connor!” she cries, “Oh, god, I’m so close. Please.”

This time, I oblige, driving into her harder, making her gasp with surprised pleasure a moment before her orgasm tears through her. She screams my name over and over as she shakes and quivers around my cock.

Grinning at the work of art I’ve made, I finally allow myself to follow her over the edge, groaning out her name as I spill into her welcoming heat. The orgasm is so intense that my arms start to shake, and I half-collapse on top of her before I catch myself. I feel like I’m being pulled inside out, like I’m being reborn, and that everything will finally be all right.

She looks up at me as we both pant and fight for air, emotion shining in her eyes, her hair a tangled mess. I swear she has never looked more beautiful.

I feel a brief pang of guilt that the others missed out on this moment, but I dismiss it as quickly as it comes. The intimacy that we just shared was possible because it was just the two of us, and because of the talk that we had beforehand. If the rest of our little harem had been here, this would feel very different.

“You’re right,” Liv manages to say, lifting her arms over her head and stretching. “Lovemaking is actually pretty great.”

“Another successful convert,” I quip, and she rolls her eyes. She wriggles a little beneath me, and my cock greedily twitches to life again. She lifts a brow and I smile sheepishly. “It likes you,” I say, making her laugh.

“Well how about it liking me in the shower, or the bed, or someplace that’s actually wide enough for both of us,” she replies, shifting beneath me again.

I suddenly realize the small size of the couch. I’m pretty impressed we didn’t end up tumbling to the floor in the middle of our session.

“Shouldn’t we maybe eat something?” I ask her, remembering how hungry I was when I got to her place.

Just then, her stomach rumbles as if in reply, and we both laugh.

“Okay. Food, then shower, then bed,” she says firmly, swinging her legs around and yanking on her pajama pants. I feel a small sense of sadness as her beautiful ass vanishes from sight.

“I’m so glad you brought food,” she says to me from the kitchen. I hear her getting out

plates and cutlery as I pull my clothes back on. “I’ve been hungry at the weirdest times of the day since…”

She stops talking so abruptly that I glance over at her with concern. “Everything okay?” I ask her worriedly. She looks a bit stunned, like she caught herself before she said something she wasn’t ready to.

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