Page 90 of Sebastian's Baby

I take the measurement around the biggest part of her bump and kiss it softly before I write that measurement down in my phone as well.

“I just need your hip and leg measurements, and then I’m done,” I tell Lita.

I get on my knees in front of her, and I have to resist the urge to bury my face in her pussy. She looks and smells so good, but I know we need to get these measurements to Heather, so I focus on measuring around the widest part of her hips. I note the number in my phone, then look up at Lita.

“Can you spread your legs a little wider? I just need to measure from your ankle to your pubic bone.”

Lita takes a step to the side, and I can’t ignore the fact that she’s spread wide with this movement. It takes everything in me to avoid the temptation and take the measurement Heather needs, instead.

As I’m noting it in my phone, Lita asks, “Are we done?”

I hit send on the message to Heather with Lita’s measurements, then turn back to the glorious sight in front of me. I look up at her and shake my head.

“We are not even close to being done, Lolita Ciccone.”

I bury my face in her pussy and am rewarded with her moaning my name almost immediately. “Sebastian.”

I push two fingers in and out of her. She’s so wet and ready to be fucked. My cock is rock hard, and I’m more than ready to fuck her again, but I want her to come first. I’m ecstatic when Lita reaches down and grips onto my shoulders to help her stay standing, but I’m worried about her, so I remove my head and use my thumb in place of my tongue to continue stroking her clit.

“Do you need to lie down, princess?”

“Maybe I do—oh fuck, Sebastian.”

Her answer turns into a moan, and I grin at her before I pull my fingers out of her and lead her over to the bed so she can lie down while I continue eating her out. When she comes, I position myself over her and push my cock into her.

It’s amazing watching her tits bouncing as I fuck her with ecstasy written all over her face. I lean down to kiss her while we fuck and, when she squeezes my cock with her internal muscles, I blow my load inside her. I collapse next to her, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly to me while we both try to catch our breath.

“That was so good,” I tell her.

“Mmmmm,” she agrees, and I laugh as I kiss the top of her head. “We should go get cleaned up before we make a mess of these sheets,” she points out.

I lift my head to grin at her. “Does it matter if we mess up the sheets if we’re checking out today?”

“Maybe not, but we should still go get cleaned up anyway.”

“Fine,” I tell her in a sulky voice.

It isn’t long at all before we’re back in the bed and I have her cuddled up to me as we talk about the plans for her to come to Chicago for the wedding. Eventually, time catches up to us, and I have to pack up my things and leave the hotel. I kiss Lita one more time before I leave, then gather up my phone and headphones for the flight back to Chicago.

“Just hang out here for an hour or so because that’s when my plane leaves. All of the paparazzi should be gone by then, so you’ll be safe to leave.”

Lita nods from where she’s still lying naked in the bed, and I have the strongest urge to cancel my flight and stay here to fuck her instead. I climb back onto the bed and kiss her again, exploring her mouth with my tongue and enjoying the taste of her.

She breaks our kiss and laughs. “Just go, Seb. I’ll see you in two weeks for all the kind of epic sex you can handle.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll see you later, princess, but I’ll definitely be thinking of you when I’m lying in bed tonight.” I wink at her.

Daryl is waiting for me near the entrance to the hotel suite, and we head downstairs. There’s a car waiting for us, and he escorts me through the paparazzi calling out questions about the pregnancy and why I was here in Seattle.

The scene at the airport is just as bad, but we make it through checking in and security, then manage to get to the safety of the first-class lounge.

“God, what a nightmare,” I tell Daryl.

“You don’t make life easy for me, that’s for sure, Mr. Fox,” he laughs.

“Sorry about that.” I grin at him.

We remain in the sanctuary of the first-class lounge until it’s time for our flight to board. When we leave the first-class lounge, it doesn’t take long for paparazzi to start hounding me.

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