Page 40 of Final Down

“Are you ready?”

Peyton’s voice is soft, almost bashful sounding. I turn around to see her biting her fingernail as the breeze blows her hair across her face. She’s wearing a cheer uniform,actually hers.

“Oh, that’s . . . That’s a very nice surprise,” I say, sucking in my bottom lip and mentally begging myself to appreciate every second of this. I won’t see her for another week. I need to build up some major memories.

“It’s tighter, like . . . around here,” she says, running her finger along the waistband and revealing the open zipper at her hip.

“It’s because you have a baby bump,” I say, my eyes softening as my palm moves to her midriff. I run my hand along her skin, her tummy definitely growing.

“I feel kind of weird about it,” she says, squinting as she winces. I think she’s embarrassed.

“Peyt, you’re beautiful.” I drop down on my knees and run both hands along her stomach, my thumbs tickling from her belly button around to her sides. I lean forward and kiss next to her navel.

“Yeah? You like my bump?” She sways her hips slightly, the skirt of her uniform swishing.

I chuckle and move my hands to the hemline, then gradually let them climb along the backs of her legs until I’m cupping her ass.

“Oh, someone is bare under here,” I say, my cock pushing its way out of my boxers. I feel the cold air against the tip.

“I am,” Peyton hums.

Her finger returns to her lips, and she holds her fingernail hostage between her teeth as her other hand moves into my hair. I look up as her fingers weave into the strands, and her eyes haze with what I think is the same need I have. She coaxes me closer, and I follow her lead, my hands sliding around to the front of her legs. I nudge them apart, then lift the front of her skirt to reveal her beautiful pussy, the thin strip of golden hair leading me to her swollen middle. I hold her gaze until the last second, until my eyes flutter shut and my mouth covers her clit, sucking it in as my tongue flicks it.

“Oh, fucking yes!” she moans.

She’s not loud, but she’s also not being bashful or quiet. I lean back for a breath, and to glance around our surroundings, every window near us dark, the next building far enough away that I don’t think we’re easily seen. It’s good enough, and I dive right back in to feast on my fucking delicious wife.

My tongue slides along her sensitive skin, diving in and out of her folds as her hands move to my shoulders so she can steady herself. I suck her clit again, this time not letting go until I feel her legs wobble.

“Wyatt, yes. Please, right there.”

I flick my tongue as her hand leaves my shoulder and covers mine, dragging it up higher along the inside of her thigh. When my thumb finds her wet, swollen pussy, she lets go, leaving me to push my thumb inside of her while my tongue continues its assault.

She whimpers, and in seconds, her body is quivering. I hold her steady with one hand wrapped around her leg while I work her with my other. Her hips slowly rock as she rides my tongue, her pussy pulsing against me with every wave of pleasure.

Once her body falls limp, I lift her up over my shoulder and carry her inside, and she giggles as I playfully smack her ass. I drop her gently on the bed, and her legs part willingly.

“I’m going to come so fast, Peyton,” I admit, wasting no time tugging my pants down my legs and crawling above her to guide my cock inside.

“You can’t get me pregnant again, at least not right now,” she giggles out. I laugh with her, but as I sink deep into her warm pussy, I lose myself.

“Fucking hell, I’ve missed this,” I say, dropping my mouth to her neck as I force myself to control my speed. I want to pound into her, but I also want to be gentle and loving. And I want this to last more than ten seconds.

“This has missed you,” she says in a sexy, hushed tone. Her hips lift to meet my mine as I push in deeper, and I have a feeling she’s talking about her sweet cunt.

She pushes her cheer top up her body, stopping when her bare breasts are uncovered. Her nipples are so hard that I can’t help but bite one as I brace myself on one arm and pump into her faster. I’m drunk on this moment, the feel of her sweat dampened skin, the way she smells of coconut shampoo and sex, every memory rolled up between us. Every single time I’ve been inside of her, every minute I’ve filled her with my cum.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” I groan, pushing in a few more times as I empty myself inside of her. She grinds into me as if she’s savoring every drop. Her body is covered in a sheen of sweat, mine somehow halfway out of my dress shirt. I collapse on the bed next to her, my cock sticky from our sex.

She rolls to her side and slides her hand along my stomach before wrapping her palm around my dick and coaxing out a few more tiny drops of cum. She coats my tip with it, running her thumb over me then sucking her thumb in her mouth as she peers up at me with pouty lips and a hunger in her eyes.

“Ha, they say the LA defensive line is tough. Woman, you’re going to kill me.”

I shift to my side and drag my fingertips along her bare chest, circling her left nipple, then pinching it lightly.

“They say women are insatiable when they’re pregnant,” she utters, biting her lip.

“Oh,theydo, dothey?”

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