Page 24 of Reed

In a matter of minutes, I’m throwing all thoughts of leaving my responsibilities behind, and all I can think about is making Gia and her son’s life easier, more manageable. That, and sinking so deep inside Gia, she remembers who the fuck knocked her up in the first place, not that two-pump chump, Tyson. Me.

Her tits were big before, but they’re huge now. I wonder if her nipples have changed too.

Pre-cum leaks from me in streams as I revel at the sight of her heavy chest.

“Your tits look incredible.” Oh shit, did I just say that out loud?

She chews into that plump bottom lip of hers, and I eat up the small space between us to withdraw it from her mouth with a flick of my finger.

“So, you’re single,” I say. My eyes bore down into hers. “You’re single, and you’re having my baby.” My tongue feels thick as I say it, but only because the need to claim her is so strong, so possessive that my entire being feels like it’s being overrun with a driving force to control her.

Her cheeks pinken, and I love the effect I have on her, grateful it’s so similar to my own.

She wants me.

“I am,” she whispers, and before I know what I’m doing, all thoughts of the deal with Fanzio and of leaving her alone escape my mind as a need to stamp my ownership all over her and my child flash through me at a lightning speed.

My hand lands on the back of her neck to pull her toward me, and my lips take hers. I plunge my tongue into her mouth, not caring if she’s a willing participant or not. This is about claiming her, showing her how out of control she makes me feel when I crave the control so greatly. I swallow back her gasp of surprise, and our tongues mix like a potent blend of euphoria. When I pull back, we’re both breathless and our stares are riddled with curiosity and desire, stripping one another bare with the strength behind them.

My thick palm brushes over her heavy tit, and when she arches her spine against my touch, it’s game over. I’m taking her, contract be damned.

The sinful feel of her softness has my cock pumping pre-cum like never before, and I’ve no choice but to push against her, grinding the tip on her solid stomach, and a possessive growl lodges in my throat.

They’re mine.

They both are.

All of them.

My lips slam against hers again, harder and more forceful than before, and I spiral over the edge of sanity for this woman. Never having felt so fiercely about anyone before her.

She’s my undoing, but she may also be my making.

My balls ache with each brush of my cock against her softness. The way her nipples have peaked, begging to be pulled into my mouth, has pre-cum dripping into my boxers.

“Oh god, Reed.”

I squeeze her tits and kiss up and down her throat, angling her head in each direction to allow me the best access. Her small moans of pleasure, the feel of her full tits, and the way her bump brushes against the tip of my cock has a need like no other flashing through me.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I grunt and grind against her bump.

“Mmm,” she moans into our kiss, and I plunge my tongue deep into her mouth and devour the sounds emanating from her. “I want you to.” She nips at my lip, then follows the sting with a lick of her tongue. Holy fuck, she’s hot. She’s just as hungry for me as I am for her.

“Your tits are incredible.” I groan at the feel of her plump flesh in the palm of my hand, my cock leaking more and more, and when I brush my thumb over her nipple, I squeeze my eyes closed at the sensation of my balls drawing up. “Fuck!”

“Yesss.” She throws her head back, and I stare at her as my cock empties into my boxers while I toy with her nipple, imagining it whitening with milk when I pinch it gently between the tips of my fingers.

Where the hell did that thought come from?

“You like that? You like me playing with you?”

She moans, and I continue to thrust against her.

“You like me coming for you?” I thrust my hips up as my cock spills warm cum all over my boxers. “Fuck,” I grunt, then slam my lips against hers. When my cock stops spurting, I pull back, breathless, but my arousal ramps up a notch, and I squeeze her tit greedily, unable to let her go just yet.

“Fuck. I can’t believe I just came in my pants,” I grumble and thread my hands around the back of her neck and pull her into a feverish kiss. Her pebbled nipples strain against her dress, and I hate it. Jesus, I need to see them, feel them. So in one swift movement, I slip the zip on the side of her dress down until it pools at her feet.

The sounds of our frantic pants fill the air, and her hands move between us, and I step back to allow her the space to work my belt buckle free.

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