Page 32 of King of Hearts

“Taylor, are you wet?” I asked on a rough, needy rasp. I didn’t know what we were doing or why we were doing it, but fuck if I could stop it.

“When am I not wet?” she admitted breathily. “This pregnancy is the worst. I’m horny all the time, and it’s so painful because it’s not like I can take care of it the way I usually do.”

“You mean with sex?” I skimmed the edge of her shorts, moving my fingers to trace the top of her mound and in between her legs.

Her back arched. “Sex…my vibrator…nothing seems to be working. My reach and the size of this growing belly might have something to do with it.”

“You can’t just rub one out?” I joked, but it was strained because the image that had just popped into my head was causing a problem in my sweats. I was so hard against her that it was painful.

“I can…it’s just not the same. It’s like my appetite is so much more intense than I’ve ever felt before.”

Using my other hand, I teased down the elastic of her shorts and planned to tease her through her panties, but as soon as I moved inside, I realized she wasn’t wearing any. I nearly cursed as her bare cunt was already wet and ready for my touch. Her little moan let me know she approved, so I indulged. Up and down my finger swiped while my other hand squeezed her breast. She put her hands on my thighs and pushed up so she was sitting taller and I had easier access.

Taking her breast out through the top of her tank, I roughly rolled the hardened nipple between my greedy fingers. Then I carefully used my finger to spread her pussy lips and gently push my middle finger inside her center.

“So fucking wet for me already. Do you have any idea what I would do with this if I were to fuck you?” I whispered in her ear, catching the lobe with my teeth.

“What would you do?” she asked breathlessly, her head rolling to my shoulder.

I did the same progression of swiping my finger along the seam of her pussy lips a few times, loving how wet she was and needing her to melt for me. Once she hissed, pushing into my chest, I began to rub her clit in circles.

“I’d wrap that silky hair of yours around my fist.” I pushed two fingers into her. “And I’d mount you, up on all fours…” She bucked into my hand like she couldn’t contain herself.

“So you’d…” she started, but her breathing turned ragged.

I added more pressure, gently biting her shoulder. “I’d make sure you were nice and wet for me, then I’d slide into you hard…but slow. I wouldn’t want to hurt the baby.”

I was still rubbing circles into her pussy when her body went rigid.

I paused, curious about her reaction.

“What?”

She paused again then sat forward. “Nothing…it’s just…” She moved so my hand left her shorts and chest.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

She was moving now, trying to get off the bed. Her knee knocked into the laptop, causing it to fall off the bed and her to go sideways.

“Taylor—shit.” I sat up, trying to help her. “You’re going to hurt yourself, let me help you.”

“I’m fine,” she said coldly.

What the fuck had I done wrong?

She was still moving, righting herself, and smoothing her hair when the lights suddenly went out.

“Fuck.”

“Did you not pay the bill?” she asked in the dark somewhere off to my left. The laptop was still going, but it was on the floor and dark, so it offered little light. What would she even know about bills not being paid or lights getting shut off because of it?

“I think it’s storm related.” Just as I said it, a gust of wind slammed into the house, making the shutters shake outside.

Taylor’s voice trembled. “Oh shit.”

Worried that she’d fall, I shuffled forward until I was grabbing her wrist and guiding her back to bed.

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