Page 55 of Fearless Bond

“Please!” I couldn’t help myself. I pulled my legs closer to my chest, offering him my hole without a speck of shame.

“Shh. I got you.”

Barclay lowered his glorious body, caging me in. His cockhead nudged my rim.Oh yes. Please. Please!

“Fuck!” His low curse tickled my neck, and he grazed my ear with his teeth.

The stretch was inconceivable and absolutely blissful. My muscles loosened, my rim yielding to the pressure, and his thick cock inched inside me. The fullness took my breath away.

“Oh, Calvin.” Barclay let out a strangled moan. “Stop me if it’s… too much.”

“It’s not. It’s perfect.”

He dragged his lips up and down the side of my face. I turned my head for a kiss, and he nipped my upper lip. “You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he whispered.

One more inch. A wave of tingles spread through my guts.

“Love it,” I moaned against his parted lips.

He moved back and forth carefully and the friction… As if he’d hit a button inside me, my pleasure flared out.

“God, yes!”

“Yeah?”

“More!”

He kissed me. His tongue tangled with mine, and he fucked me shallowly, stretching my hole to capacity. On each thrust, the sweet feeling got stronger. I sneaked my hand over my ass cheek, feeling around my rim and grabbing his cock where it slid in and out. It was all slippery with my slick. Lord, I was leaking like a faucet.

It felt like only half of his cock, but my hole was already tingling with an approaching orgasm.

Rising above me, Barclay moved his hands on the back of my thighs and looked down.

“Fucking hell, Calvin.”

His hips jerked, and he went deeper. Whether it was intentional or whether he was just as overwhelmed as me, it didn’t matter. The movement must have nudged the mouth to my womb, and I burst into sheer ecstasy.

With loud wails, I came and came, my insides fluttering around Barclay’s cock. Bless him, he didn’t stop. He fucked me steadily with the same depth and strength, prolonging my climax until I was twitching with it.

Then he pulled out and spread my legs. I shuddered from the sudden emptiness.

“Barclay?”

It took a mere twist of his hand over his cockhead.

Splatters of cum rained onto my stomach and chest. Barclay roared, burning eyes pinned on my body. He milked his cock until the last drop fell into my belly button, then he smeared the cum over my skin.

“Wanted to come all over your knocked-up belly,” he told me breathlessly.

Oh yes.

I helped him to lather me with his cum as if it were lotion.

We showered together, and I got sleepy under the warm water. Barclay dried me and carried me to bed.

“Why am I so tired?”

“Your heat just ended, you’re pregnant, and you’ve been through a lot. Besides, it’s nearly eleven.”

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