Page 10 of Knocked Up

Good God, the man is huge.

“Take you’re pretty, little dress off for me. I want to see your body.” There’s heat in his tone. I love that he’s demanding me. That he needs me. That he wants me the way he does.

Unfortunately for him, I’m not feeling super confident right now. My stomach is expanded to the size of a weather balloon, my thighs are thicker than ever, and though my breasts are looking better than they ever have, the rest of me is a swollen mess.

Not wanting to look as insecure as I feel, I drag the strap down off my shoulder and then the other, letting the fabric fall to the floor as I stare up at the giant man in front of me.

“Damn,” he sighs and rubs his rough hand across my stomach, “you’re gorgeous.”

I don’t feel gorgeous, but when he says it, I believe him. It’s in his touch, the way he looks at me, the tone of his voice.

Bending down, he wraps his hands under my ass and lifts me off the ground, settling me on the edge of the kitchen counter before bending between my legs. He kisses my thighs and works his way up, touching me gently as his beard scratches my skin.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before. It’s all the world’s pleasures combined into a single touch. The way he lifts me, the way he moves, the way he checks in between each kiss as though he’s making sure we’re always connected.

My fingers run through his hair and the moment his tongue is on my crease, he’s spreading me apart, eating me alive. A flurry of sensations run through me as he creates his oral masterpiece.

“Be a good girl, Grace. Come on my face. I need to taste you.” He eats me faster and harder, thrusting his fingers deeper. His hands grip my hips as he balances me on the edge of the counter, his head buried between my legs, his teeth scraping against my clit, a steady growl low in his throat.

What the hell is happening? My eyes roll back, and I thread my fingers into his hair as I rock against his touch.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, panting out the words almost as desperately as I’m feeling them. “Please! I need to come.”

He growls into my pussy and my thighs tense as an orgasm threatens to take me over the edge.

Lick after lick, growl after growl, thrust after thrust, Cyrus works me over until I’m a moaning, soaking, orgasming mess of pleasure.

Lord, help me. I will never be the same from this moment forward.

Chapter Six

Cyrus

I’m not sure I’m going to be able to go slow any longer. “You taste so good, sweetheart.” I lap up the juices she’s spilled on my tongue and nibble her shaking thighs. She’s just come, but I already want to see her come again. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

It’s the truest statement I’ve ever spoken. This woman ticks every box in every possible way. The floral scent in her hair, her thick thighs against my face, her swollen breasts, her sounds, her movements. Every inch of her is perfection, inside and out.

She grins and stares down at me, her soft hair resting on her shoulders. “I need you inside of me right now.” There’s an ache in her voice that draws pre-come from the tip of my cock immediately.

Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and I help lower her down off the countertop.

“You need my cock, sweetheart?”

“How bad is it?” she pants, stroking me through my jeans.

“Bad enough that I’m regretting not buying condoms.”

“Okay, well, I’m clean. Are you?”

I nod, knowing full well that’s a true statement. “Haven’t been with anyone in years.”

“So, you’re just as desperate right now as I am.” She unbuckles my jeans and tugs them to the ground slowly.

Fuck, I don’t want to embarrass myself and come in three seconds, but I’m not sure I’ve got a long-term ride in me tonight. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

“Sit in that chair, right there.” I guide her down into the oak dining chair to the left of the kitchen.

Her round ass spreads as she sits, and my cock gets harder. “Good girl. Now take me in.”

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