Page 86 of Unleashed
My pulse leaps. I brace to climb into his lap, but Isaia shakes his head, catching my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Not like that. On your knees.”
My breath stutters.
“Now, baby girl.” His tone leaves no room for argument. It never does.
The floor is cool under my knees as I sink down, my belly pulling me forward until I’m kneeling right between his spread thighs. He unbuttons his shirt slowly, each flick of his wrist deliberate, his cock already straining against his trousers. I can’t stop staring. My hormones, my hunger—they make me desperate. I want his taste on my tongue.
“You look so fucking good like this.” His thumb drags across my lower lip. “Pregnant, swollen, aching for me.” His voice dips, dark and feral. “Open your mouth.”
I obey, lips parting, tongue peeking out.
“That’s it. My perfect little cocksucker.” He undoes his zipper, frees himself, thick and heavy and flushed. He strokes once, slow, then slides the head across my lips, smearing precum on my mouth like a brand. “Suck me.”
I wrap my lips around him and moan, the taste of salt and him spreading across my tongue. His hand fists in my hair immediately, guiding me deeper, controlling the pace.
“Fuck, yes. Look at you. My pregnant wife on her knees, mouth stretched around my cock.” His hips roll, shallow thrusts hitting the back of my throat. “Take it deeper. Gag on me.”
I choke, saliva spilling down my chin, but it only makes him groan, low and guttural. He holds me there, just long enough for my lungs to burn, then eases back, his cock glistening, my lips raw.
“You look ruined,” he rasps. “So fucking beautiful, swollen belly, tits heavy, mouth dripping for me.” He guides me again, relentless. “Your pussy’s probably soaking the floor already, isn’t it? Pregnant little slut, dripping just from sucking me.” He drags my head down hard, his cock hitting deep, and I gag again, tears streaming down my cheeks. His grip eases, thumb stroking my jaw. “Good girl. My perfect girl. You love this. You love being bred, swollen, on your knees for me.”
I moan, and it vibrates around his cock.
He sucks air through his teeth, and an electric current tears straight down to my core.
Abruptly, his hand is in my hair, pulling me off him. “This morning I gave my cum to your mouth. Tonight it’s your body’s turn.”
Before I can speak, he drags me up, spinning us so he drops into the chaise by the window. “You want my cock? Then take it.” I straddle him, my belly brushing his chest, my breasts heavy and aching. His hands cup them, squeezing, thumbs flicking over swollen nipples. I cry out, grinding against him.
“Look at you. So full of me, and you’re going to take even more.” He lines himself up, and I lower myself slowly, gasping as the head breaches, then sliding down inch by thick inch until he’s buried inside me. My pussy clenches so hard, tears sting my eyes.
“Fuck,” Isaia snarls, his head falling back. “God, baby. You’re so fucking tight. Like your pussy doesn’t ever want to let me go.”
I grind, circling my hips, finding the angle that makes pleasure spike through me.
“That’s it,” he pants, gripping my hips. “Ride me. Fuck yourself on me. Show me how bad you need my cock.”
I start moving, hips rolling, thighs straining, and his hands grip my ass, lifting me, helping me ride him.
He hauls me closer, suckles my nipple again, biting harder now, until I cry out. “You like that?” he growls.
“Yes.”
“You want me to suck these tits while you fuck my cock?”
“Yes!”
He smirks, pure sin. “Then ride me, baby. Take my cock like the perfect little cum-hungry slut you are.”
I throw my head back, lips parting on a moan as the pleasure surges within me. My hands grind into his taut shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscles as I rise and fall, letting his cock fill and stretch me in all the right ways.
“Look at you,” he growls. “Pregnant. Glowing. Mine. You’re gonna keep my cock inside you forever. I’m gonna keep you full. Keep you round. I’ll never stop filling you.”
"Yes," I gasp, the motion making my head spin. "Isaia…" He’s everywhere. On my lips, in my mouth. In my hands, between my legs. His skin flushes red, veins stark against the onslaught of pleasure.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say you love being full of my cum.”
“I love it,” I pant. “I love your cum. I love when you fill me.”
