Page 78 of Power Play
Lacey whimpers and my cock throbs in response. I turn to face her again, but she's looking down to where my hand is stroking my cock, before her eyes find me again. They're not panicked anymore, but curious, hot.
"So, fucking hot," I growl, my voice low and gravelly with sleep. I stroke myself, twisting my rough palm around the head of my cock.
"Should we show him? Show him how well you take another man's cock?"
Another whimper and it's like my dick's Pavlov’s dog, thickening at every whimper. Scott continues fucking into her, shaking her entire body with his thrusts. Since Scott's hands are full, I drag the comforter and sheet down from around her hips.
Lacey looks absolutely edible. Big, swollen belly. Big swollen breasts, pinched nipples, pretty pink pussy slick and stretched beautifully. She's the most incredible woman I've ever met. And she's the most beautiful sex goddess I've ever seen.
Pulling the comforter down to expose her has exposed myself, too. I stroke myself again, drawing Lacey's eyes down.
I switch hands, using my left on myself and my right to tweak one of her nipples. "I can't fucking believe you would do that," I growl, playing into the scene.
Her lids flutter closed, and her hands thrust out to me, gripping my arm as she comes and comes hard. Her back bows against Scott. Scott's thrusts become a punishing slap against her ass until he stills, twists, and thrusts into her with finality. Scott's obsessed with her body and coming inside of her raw - something that wasn't allowed in the sex club.
He releases her face and lets her catch her breath. He pulls out of her, and she winces.
I tug my already swollen cock. I'm happy to jack it just lying next to her. I'm so incredibly turned on by her, her growing body, what that swollen belly means, and how fucking happy I am that she has someone like Scott in her life to make her feel good.
But Lacey's not done with me. "I'm so sorry, B. These pregnancy hormones..." she shifts so she's on her knees. "But I can make it up to you. Show you how sorry I am?"
Oh, fuck. She's playing into the scene.
My mind is drunk on sleep and lust, but I try. "You think a blow job is enough? To show how sorry you are?"
"It's a start," she says sweetly, crawling over and gripping my cock in her tiny hand. With her left she holds the base of my cock; with the right she grips my balls. I groan.
She whimpers and I look behind her to see Scott. I can't see exactly what he's doing from this angle, but if I had to guess, he's stuffing his cum back into her.
Her hot mouth wraps around me, and I'm already ready to blow. My hips pump involuntarily up into her mouth. Christ, she feels so good. I fucking love this woman.
"You're doing so good for me, L, sucking me off so good," my neanderthal brain is in charge, but the way her warm, wet mouth is wrapped around me, I'm amazed I'm forming words at all.
Lacey doesn't seem to mind, though. She whimpers and sucks me harder.
"Fuck," I grunt, as I feel the familiar tingle up my spine and my balls constrict. "Coming," I warn, my hands cupping the back of Lacey's head tenderly.
She takes me deeper, and it only makes my heart expand more. I love absolutely everything about the Lacey I had when we were kids. But since we've reconnected, I've gotten several more layers of her - confident, sexy, giving, independent. And I'm happy to know and love every version of her.
I thrust into her mouth, coming and coming and coming.
And it's when she pops off of me, satisfied smile on her face, that I realize this will be us, for the rest of my life.
Chapter forty-four
Siobhan
Karen: We have a potential issue.
Me: Be so fucking for real right now.
Karen:Titan's Head Coach Known for Leaving a Trail of Pregnant Women in His Wake.
Igroan. What the absolute fuck?
I click on the link and read the article posted in a trashy tabloid. So, I knew about his first wife, but the baby wasn't his. I don't think anyone would blame him for leaving her. Then about Lacey and how she's pregnant. I knew this, we've gone over this. It's not newsworthy. Then my eyes bulge when I see the last segment. Tracey, the social media manager we had for, like, a hot minute, and Lacey's twin, is claiming she's pregnant by Scott, too.
I pinch the bridge of my nose for half a second before calling Scott.
