Page 119 of Waiting Game

“All for you,” she whispers as she starts to ride me.

“Jesus Christ.” My head tips backward. “You feel like heaven.”

“Juicy and wet.” She hums, hands settling on my shoulders, nails digging in and scoring my shirt. “Just for you.”

Fuck, fuckity fuck, fuck.

“You’re going to make me blow, baby.” My laughter is husky but unashamed. “I can’t even be embarrassed because your pussy is perfection.”

Her smile is incandescent, and it’s so much better because I can taste it when she props her arms on my shoulders then connects our mouths.

She thrusts her tongue between my lips but I’m ready for the battle—instantly, I tangle mine with hers and she’s the next one to groan as I devour her.

I can feel her cunt—so soft and hot—all over my shaft. It’s so much better than lube or my fist.

She.

Is.

Divine.

I wanna worship her until she knows how fucking perfect her pussy is for me.

Unable to stop myself from latching onto Mia like she’s got one foot out of the door already, I use my hold on her hips to grind into her.

The pressure is so much better for us both because, with every thrust of my tongue against hers, she whimpers and mewls—soft sounds that I’ve grown accustomed to but that are so much better when they’re inches away from my ears and with a whisper of her breath brushing against the tender skin there.

For months, I’ve had to hold back the words, but I can’t now. I pull away from her lips to tell her:

“I want you to come all over me, Mia. I want to be sticky with your cum. I want to walk out of here with your scent on my cock.

“I want to feel you get off on me. That’s it, baby. Use my dick. Use it and get off on it. I want to see you explode?—”

“Cole,” she gasps.

“Yeah, that’s it. Come on, sweetness. Let go. Give it all to me. I’m here. Ready to take it.”

Her moan hitches, her body quakes, and then she shudders as she explodes.

Her keening wail sounds loud in the room and, from the corner of my eye, I see the nearest member of the bakery staff pause and turn toward the mirror, but I don’t care.

They can hear her.

They can’t look or touch.

She settles deeper onto me, hips squirming as she ekes out every last ounce of pleasure and her thrusts become shorter and sharper, meaning that every time she moves, the tip of my dick is cosseted by her hot slit.

Within seconds, I’m exploding too. My cum pours free, coating her cunt withme. My essence. My seed.

Suddenly, an image pops into my head.

Her waist thick and her belly round.

My baby in there.

My eyes clench closed because we can’t have that.

Not yet.

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