Page 93 of Body Lock

“Quinn.” She spoke with need, pressing her ass against my hard cock.

“I could listen to you say my name forever.” Running my fingers over her ribs, I slipped them around to her ass. “You're a naughty little thing aren't you?” Nodding yes, she couldn't speak. Her backside ground against my length, the thick muscle pushing back.

Her skin was flushed, cheeks bright as cherries, and warm to the touch. Splaying her hands out on the counter, she leaned forward, tucking her belly under the ledge. “Fuck me, Quinn, fuck me right now or I'm going to lose it.”

It was crazy to see her sexual desire in this stage of her pregnancy. I'd been preparing to have it turn nonexistent, for it to fade away until long after the baby was here.

For as much research she had done about being knocked up, I also did some of my own. But she seemed to be on the opposite spectrum of what I had read.

She wasn't losing interest in having my cock, no. Cadence was becoming more and more horny, begging me to fuck her, begging me to take her.

And it was hot as hell.

Slipping my hand between her thighs, I thumbed her clit, drawing gentle circles. Her thighs began to shake, back arching hard. Her sweet spot was tender, wet, dripping with desire.

Speaking slowly into her ear, I said, “You're my world, Cadence, you're my life.” Wrapping my arm around her belly, I held our baby firmly. “And now this will be our life. I love you.”

“I love you too, and I don't want to ruin the moment here... But if you don't fuck me now, I'm seriously going to just do it myself.”

Chuckling, I undid my pants, pressing her chest down hard onto the counter. “That's one thing I wouldn't mind watching.” Tugging them down, I lifted the back of her dress.

A thin pair of panties was all that was protecting her, all that was keeping her pussy hidden from me. Flicking the seam to the side, I pressed her opening.

But Cadence didn't wait, she couldn't wait.

Shoving her ass back, she forced me deep inside, a moan instantly escaping through her lips. Rocking against me, I let her ride my cock, taking it at the pace she desired.

Her ass bounced as it hit my lower belly, her pussy greedily devouring my dick in hard, fast pumps.

She took control, fucking me, giving her body what it so desperately craved. I felt her getting close to climax, her hips rolled, eyes fluttering under her lashes. Digging her nails into the counter, her moans came out short and powerful.

My cock became even harder—if that was at all possible—tingles formed in my stomach, my toes curling into the floor to keep steady.

With one final thrust, I felt Cadence go limp, her legs shaking beneath her, face laying flat on the counter. And in the same moment, I let the sparks hit my lungs, cascading through my muscles as my cock throbbed its life deep into her pussy.

The feeling that hit my entire body was more intense than anything I had ever felt in my life.

Because it came from a place that was made for her, a place that had room for only her.

Cadence was the life that made my heart beat, she made the air worth breathing.

We didn't just fuck, we made love.

This was love.

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