Page 77 of Unexpected Delivery

He hops off the couch, kicks out of his shoes, and finally helps me out of mine. All while I stare at the wet spot of precum on his shorts.

I could probably lick the material and it would taste like him.

Ohmigod.

I’ve got full-on foggy omega logic going on.

Hayes pulls me up and helps me out of my dress. “Can I take off the bra too?”

My head shakes. “Can I leave it on? I’ll leak, and the replacement pads are in the diaper bag.” I pull my hand to cover my burning cheeks, but he tugs it away.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He nods at his shorts. “I’m leaking, too, but you can keep the bra. I want you to be comfortable.” He removes my panties and leggings before bending down to strip out of his socks.

I ended up leaning against the edge of the couch, kinda up but still lying across it. Hayes brings my feet to the ground, tosses himself down on the other side, and pulls down his shorts and boxer briefs.

As his thick cock bounces against his lower stomach, I hear myself whimper before I pounce.

Hayes catches my elbow and hip, and instead of letting me put his dick in my mouth, he brings me to rest over his lap. My leg slams against the arm of the couch, and he scoots to the middle cushion.

“So, I was about to say,If you want this, you’re going to need to come to me.” He chuckles, palming my ass. “That’s handled, but I feel like I should ask about birth control before anything else?—”

“I got the shot. It’s already effective, according to the doctor.” My hands dig into his shoulders, and he uses his hold on my ass and hip to grind me over the underside of his shaft.

“Perfect.”

I’m a little afraid that if I don’t get this moving, I’ll start to wonder how he’s even attracted to me when he saw me give birth. Not to mention, my body doesn’t look anything like it did before getting pregnant.

He cradles the back of my head with his huge palm, then he kisses me senseless all over again.

Luckily, Hayes is an incredible kisser. Not only that, he manages to make it feel like he’s completely in control, even though I’m on top of him.

My tits ache, my pussy throbs, and I whine. There’s a foggy, disconnected feeling that I would stress aboutifI didn’t know I’m one-hundred-percent safe with Hayes.

I reach between us as he fucks his tongue into my mouth. Flattening my hand on the top of his dick, I raise up on my knees, point his crown to my opening, and sink down before I can stress about if it’ll hurt.

Alpha cock is a whole lot more intimidating than a finger or two. A minor twinge of pain hits, but Hayes palms my head, and I breathe through it.

“Tell me you’re okay,” he murmurs, nuzzling his cheek to mine.

“Yeah, I think I am.” I nod and test how it feels to rise and fall. The stretch is intense, but I tease my clit, and that helps. My other hand stays on his shoulder to stay balanced.

Hayes nips at my lips and helps lift me with his huge hand on my ass. He’s so hard, and his muscles are tense, like maybe he’s having to hold himself back from thrusting.

“I’m good.” They’re not empty words either, but I make the mistake of pulling back to look between us and groan. “Holy shit, you’ve got a lot of dick left.”

He laughs, making his shoulders bounce. “It’s not a race. Hell, think of this more like the warm-up round. You don’t need to take more than you’re comfortable with.”

Is he joking?

My system wants his knot almost more than I want my next breath. I’m just not sure this is the position to make that happen. “Can you do it?”

“You want me to take over?”

Ehh, that wasn’t exactly what I meant, but my whole body feels warm and floaty, so I settle for nodding. Making coherent sentences is too much work.

Hayes plants his feet on the floor and moves both hands to my ass. He pulls my cheeks apart a little and thrusts, only to bring them back together once he’s deep inside me.

“Hayes, that’s unreal,” I groan, falling to rest against his chest. I might be on top of him, but his torso is much longer than mine that my face rolls around his shoulder.

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