Page 68 of Where We Call Home

Rhodes laughed and pushed in another finger, returning his mouth and using his tongue to play with me. Between the penetration and his tongue, I was a panting mess. My hips bucked and my clit rubbed against his lips. The stubble on his face scratched the sensitive skin, just as it had in my dream.

He picked up his speed, devouring me with no mercy. Sucking, licking, sopping his way up and down my slit as I moaned his name. I screamed at the top of my lungs riding out my orgasm.

“Fuck!”

Rhodes hummed in agreement, burying his face deeper as I came against his lips.

He pulled back, a wicked, deadly smirk tugging at his lips. The sight sent a shiver down my spine, equal parts thrill and torment.

As Rhodes straightened, he wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with unspoken intent.

Straight from a raunchy porn film, he put the two fingers that were inside me into his mouth and sucked so hard his cheeks hollowed.

Lord…

“You taste so good. I bet you feel even better,” Rhodes whispered, leaning down to kiss me. I tasted myself on his lips. The mixture of me and him on his tongue was erotic.

“Lay on your back,” he demanded and I listened. I was never the submissive type, but the commanding tone of Rhodes’ voice altered my brain chemistry.

Laying down was easier than getting up in my current state. My body was exhausted from the orgasm, like I’d run a marathon at record speed.

Finally, fuckingfinally,he pulled down his pajama pants. From my back, I watched the fabric disappear, revealing rock-hard length. I wasn’t disappointed by what I saw. Just as I expected, Rhodes Dunn outdid every cock I’d seen.

This man was built to fuck.

I wanted to taste him, feel the velvety skin slam into the back of my throat. The drool was pooling in my mouth, salivating like a damn dog.

Doing the hottest thing a man could do, he ran a hand down his length and wiped a bead of come from the tip. I bit down on my bottom lip and secretly wished it had beenmecleaning him up.

Rhodes left one foot on the ground and placed his bent knee on the couch for support. Both of his hands came down on either side of my face as he hovered inches above me.

I reached up and entwined my fingers into the locks of black hair. It was smooth and clean, like silk beneath my fingertips.

I pulled him down, placing a long, hard kiss on his lips. He returned the gesture, and we both allowed a moment to lean into the kiss, my tongue and his finding a rhythm.

“Theo, I’m going to fuck you. I need to know you agree.” Rhodes spoke, hurried against my lips.

“I want your bare cock buried inside me. Fuck me, please.”

Rhodes groaned and tilted his head up to the ceiling, saying a silent prayer. My fingers in his hair pulled the ends and yanked his attention back.

“Honey, you have no clue what hearing you say that does to me.”

I could guess because I felt his thickness twitch in agreement.

“We don’t need a condom for obvious reasons. Plus, I’m clean; I haven’t had sex since, well.” I looked down at my belly.

“I haven’t been with anyone in… awhile.” Rhodes looked ashamed to admit that, but to me, it made it mean that much more.

Without another word, he lined up his cock to my entrance. I shifted in frustration, my body needing him inside me, now.

His face tensed as he pushed past my walls. With every inch he gave, he paused for a moment for me to adjust. As badly as I wanted to close my eyes to focus on the way he stretched me, I kept my attention strictly on Rhodes, taking in how devastatingly handsome he truly was.

“I can take it,” I whispered, urging him to fill me all the way.

He took his time despite my encouragement. I moaned his slow pace, sending my head spinning. The head of his cock was so deep inside me. I wasn’t used to feeling this full.

Pleasure felt different while pregnant, everything was heightened.

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