Page 71 of Best Friends
“No, the plastic might be toxic for the baby.” I smirk.
He laughs. “That’s the only reason you don’t like my idea?”
“Well, it would also make fucking very difficult.”
“Then screw the bubble wrap plan. Cuz I need to fuck you, C.” His breath is hot on my skin.
“I like the sound of that.” I press my ass against him as I speak.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you right now, baby?” His hands are gentle as they wash paint from my skin, careful around my sensitive nipples and the stretched skin of my belly.
“Please,” I mumble, my arousal spiking. “Sorry I want sex so much.”
He laughs. “That’s one thing you’ll never need to apologize for, C. I’m insatiable when it come to you.”
“You sure I’m not too horny?” My cheeks are hot.
“Fuck, no.” He kneels to clean the paint from my legs, I have to brace myself against the shower wall, my balance completely off. His mouth is only inches from my cock, and I push my hips forward and brush the tip against his lips.
He groans and looks up at me. “You impatient, C.?”
“Yeah, I want you to give me what I need.” Lately I’ve enjoyed a little role play with Malcolm. Usually, I resent his attempts to boss me around, but during sex, I get off on it. I get off on the idea I’m at his whim.
He looks up at me, water droplets clinging to his lashes, and I see the want in his eyes. “You want me to take charge?”
“You fucking know I do,” I breathe.
A dirty little smile hovers on his full lips. “Sex is the one time you like me to be in charge, right, baby?” His eyes glitter with hunger.
“Yeah, use me however you want.”
“My pleasure. I think I’ll taste you before I fuck you hard.” He rubs his big hands all over my body, dislodging the remaining paint. He sinks back to his knees and his mouth is on me, warm and perfect. I lean back against the shower wall, my swollen belly jutting out obscenely. The warm water cascades over us, slicking my skin and relaxing my tense muscles.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his wet hair. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
He groans around my cock, the vibration making me shudder, and I thrust forward, desperate for more. He sucks me for a few perfect moments, teasing and tugging until my legs are trembling. But then he pulls his mouth from my dick and he stands.
“More,” I beg.
“Patience,” he chides. He turns me around, pressing his chest against my back. The tile is chilled against my big belly and shoulders, but his muscular body is warm. His cock slides between my ass cheeks, hot and hard, and I push back, desperate for him to fill me.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I whimper, knowing full well that’s what we both want.
“Oh, yeah. Whether you want it or not, you’re taking my cock in this tight little hole, baby.” His thick finger circles my tight hole, smearing the slick that’s dripping out of me and using it as lube.
I moan and spread my legs wider.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, pushing one finger inside me, curling it just right to make me cry out. He adds another finger, stretching me open, and I’m fucking babbling, begging him to fuck me, to ruin me, to claim me completely.
Malcolm’s hands are all over me—rough and possessive, like he owns every inch of my pregnant body. His fingers trail down my chest, pinching my sensitive nipples until I moan, the sound echoing in the shower.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, rubbing his calloused hands over my big stomach. “Love fucking you with this huge stomach. I put my baby inside you, C.” His voice thick with lust and his cock presses against my asshole, thick and hard.
“Yeah,” I whimper. “You lost control and you bred me. You forced me to take your seed in my womb.”
“I did. And now I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep again, just because I can.”
“Do it,” I whine. “Make me take your cock. Force your big dick inside me, Malc.”
