Page 75 of Blackout: Book Two

“Hello to you too,” he teases. “How are my girls?”

“Baby is good,” I reply, leaning against the headboard as I untie the belt of my robe. Having just come out of the shower, I’m only wearing a pair of panties. The elastic band sits under my belly and I laugh at how far it sticks out.

“And her mommy?”

Biting my lip, I glance at the computer screen, contemplating if I should be completely honest. Instead of full disclosure, I take the safe route, letting him have the final say in how far this goes.

“I just got out of the shower and thought I’d read some more of your emails since no one is home.”

“Oh, yeah, which one?”

“I just couldn’t help myself,” I reply, diverting my eyes to my breasts. Using my shoulder to prop the phone to my ear, I cup my breasts, letting my thumbs roll over the sensitive nipples. When my head started to clear, and the depression eased up, my sex drive also returned. Not that it did me any good. My husband couldn’t take care of me and it was a job to find my vagina around my belly.

God only knows what it looks like down there.

I make a mental note to make a waxing appointment.

Shit, is that even allowed this late in pregnancy?

“Where are you?” he questions huskily.

“My bedroom.”

“On your bed?”

“Mmhmm,” I reply as I pinch my nipple and bite back a moan.

“What are you wearing?”

Between the sensation of the nipple play and the question, my pussy starts to ache. I haven’t come since Blackie finger fucked me in the visitor’s room and even then, it wasn’t enough. I came home and dreamt of him. He was everywhere. Teasing my tits and licking me between my legs. His thick cock fucked me until I screamed his name over and over. It was a fucking wicked dream. Deliciously wicked and oh, so vivid.

With the images of the dream flashing before my eyes, I take the phone away from my ear, putting it on speaker and shrug out of my robe. Wearing nothing but my panties, I slide my hands up my body, squeezing both breasts again. A whimper escapes me as I bend my knees and dig my heels into the mattress.

“Fuck,” Blackie growls. “Are you naked?

“I’m wearing panties.”

“Take them off.”

“But—”

“Now.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean you’re in a room where anyone can walk in.”

“Did you read the email yet?”

I glance at the laptop next to me.

“No.”

“Good. Don’t read it until we hang up. Now take your fucking panties off, Lace. I want to hear you come for me.”

There is an urgency to his tone that matches the one spreading through my body and causes me to hook my thumbs under the waistband of my panties. Dragging them down my thighs, I kick them the rest of the way. It’s not a pretty sight and the small task leaves me huffing out an exasperated breath.

“This isn’t going to work,” I complain. “My belly is too big. I’ve tried.”

“You’ve tried to play with yourself?” he whimpers. “God, do you have any idea how fucking hard my cock is imagining your body right now? Those big tits, that beautiful belly, and that tight pussy…mmm…if I was there, I’d fucking bury my face between those thighs and suck that clit of yours until you begged for my cock.”

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