Page 78 of Risk

Dear God, how is this making me hornier?

“H-how do you know this?” I ask him quietly.

“Because I’ve been reading the pregnancy books too. You’re not in this alone, Beautiful. We’re having these babies together.”

He tugs on my hand, bridging the distance between us. My small bump presses against his hard stomach. I inhale his scent, and it does serious things to me. Flashes of the night we spent together flicker through my mind, like a movie reel.

His cock in my mouth. His mouth on my pussy. The way he talks so dirty and demanding. Him taking control of my body. Fucking me hard.

I glance up at him, meeting his eyes.

“Let me make you come,” he whispers, his words making a shiver run down my spine.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why?”

“Because sex confuses things.”

“I’m not confused about anything.”

He looks me dead in the eyes, and my heart beats faster.

“And that’s the reason why we shouldn’t have sex.”

“I can separate sex from feelings, Missy.”

But I don’t think I can, and that’s my worry.

“I…I just don’t want you to fuck me because you feel sorry for what I’m going through at the moment.”

Something flashes through his eyes. He leans in and his lips brush over my ear. “I want to fuck you, not because I feel sorry for you, but because I want to help you and also because you’re hot and I want to feel your tight, wet cunt squeezing my dick again.”

That hand he’s holding, he presses it against his crotch. And, holy sweet sex fairies, he’s hard. Rock hard.

“I want to fuck you, Beautiful.” He presses a soft kiss on my neck, just beneath my ear. “Let me take care of what’s mine.”

I don’t even know what he means by that, and honestly, I don’t even care. I’m so wound up that I can barely think straight. My fingers wrap around his erection without consent from my brain, but Kaden takes that as my consent. His hands go to my ass, and he picks me up, forcing my legs to go around his waist, and he carries me over to the bed.

He gently settles me down on my bed. “Gonna make you come, Beautiful.”

He yanks off my yoga pants and then my panties, pushes my legs apart, and puts his mouth on me. My hips come off the bed, and I let out a cry of relief. Kaden grips my hips, keeping me in place.

It’s been too long, and I’ve needed this so very badly.

Needed him. But I’m choosing not to think about that fact and just focus on what he’s doing to me right now.

My fingers curl into the duvet, my feet digging into the mattress as I move mindlessly against his mouth.

“That’s it, Beautiful. Fuck my face. Take what you need.”

I grab one of my aching breasts through my shirt and pinch my nipple. “Yes…God, right there.”

Tingles sweep over my stomach, heading down to that pulsing bundle of nerves that Kaden’s currently sucking on, and I come. And I come some more.

My thighs lock around his head as I ride out my orgasm on his tongue.

Muscles lax, I sink into the bed, feeling blissful.

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