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I pop off just long enough to say, “Just relax and enjoy. I know I am. You tastedelicious.” Cupping his knot in my hand, I give it a squeeze and dive back onto his dick, hollowing my cheeks and working deeper down his impressive length.
Ridge groans, brushing the backs of his fingers over my nipple. “This isn’t going to last long. I haven’t been with anyone since you, and that night broke a two-year celibacy streak.”
My eyes widen.
Holy shit.
I vaguely remember him mentioning that he wasn’t the type of person to hook up randomly, but under the circumstances, I wasn’t sure if he was being truthful.
My lips drag down his shaft, and I curl my tongue to cup the bottom of his dick as I really start to get into it.
My right hand works the inches of his length that won’t fit in my mouth, and I bring the other to tease and gently roll his balls.
“Jesus fuck,” he growls out the words, wrapping his good hand in my hair. “I can’t even watch or I’m going to embarrass myself.”
I smile around his length and move to focus on his tip to give myself a chance to catch my breath. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if he guided me with his good arm.
“You can take over if you want.” I release his knot and flatten my hand over his on my skull to show him what I mean as I get back to swallowing as much of his cock as I can.
“Don’t think that’s going to help me last any longer,” he grunts.
God, he’s so freaking cute.
If I was riding him, I’d want him to last as long as possible, but for a blowjob, it’s actually kinda hot thinking about making him lose control before he’s ready.
He takes over, and time starts to lose all meaning as the scent of his arousal, combined with his pheromones, turns my head into a foggy mess.
“Your mouth is fucking heaven,” he growls. “I want to be in so many places all at once. Just wait until my arm is healed; I’m going to toss your thighs over my shoulders and devour your pussy while you fuck my face. You can use my hair to hold on.”
I can’t help but smile.
It might not be the sexiest praise I’ve ever heard, but it’s veryRidge.
He’s gentler than I would expect, even as he shoves my face farther down his throbbing length. For being afraid he might come too fast, that’s not the case at all.
On one particularly deep bob of my head, his crown hits the back of my throat, and I gag a little. It makes my pussy clench, and I ache to feel him stretch my core the way he just did my throat.
“Fucking hell,” Ridge groans. “I can’t take it anymore. Get your sexy little ass up here.” He tugs on my hair, and I give in, letting his shaft fall against his pelvis with a wet slap. “Maybe it’s a mental block. Maybe it’s the meds. I don’t fucking know, but it feels disrespectful to come in your mouth while you’re pregnant.”
Okay, he’s adorable, and it kills me in the best way to listen to his rambling. It seems like he’s just as affected by me as I am by him.
My stomach flip-flops, and my chest gets warm and fuzzy.
Ireallylike him. Is it weird to have a killer crush on my baby daddy?
“Now, sweetheart,” he growls.
It’s not a bark, but it snaps my body into motion like it was. Using his knees as leverage, I push myself up and stay bent toward him as he pulls me closer using his hold in my hair as leverage.
Everything is hazy and muted, but I try to be gentle as I climb over his lap.
Only…
“I forgot to take off my underwear.”
“Just pull them to the side,” he says, staring at my tits.
He obviously doesn’t realize maternity underwear are not the same beast as the panties and thongs I wore before getting pregnant.
