Page 200 of Chalk Outline
Toes curl in my boots.
My eyes clench shut.
Fire and electricity surge through me.
“Please more,” I beg, and his husky chuckle reverberates against me.
Tongue flicking slowly against my clit, he doesn’t stop until I quiver. Shivers run up and down my spine. White spots dot my vision, and flames ignite in the back of my eyes.
Right on the brink of an orgasm, he lets out a throaty groan, pulls his mouth away, and stuffs his thick cock inside me with one thrust.
“Cry out, Winona, because I won’t stop. We’re gonna count your orgasms until you tell me.”
The orgasm shatters through me. My walls convulse around the thick base of his cock. He lets me ride it for as long as I need to before he starts pounding into me.
We moan together, high on the feeling of being connected.
All those piercings still feel magical.
He plays a sweet game of torture, drilling into me until I come again, screaming out his name.
“Eyes on me,” he commands, flipping me around. Now my back is against the bike, and my legs are pressed against his chest. He moves in a slow, steady rhythm. I drown in his delicate, loving touch as his fingers brush along my lower belly.
Flashes of a promised future flicker in his captivating eyes. I’m caught in the bright sparkle within them, almost able to see my ruined reflection as he buries himself deep inside me again.
Whispers of sweet praises escape his mouth.
He is a part of me. My soul is fastened around his. Hearts fused together.
His wicked smirk sends me into another fierce orgasm around his throbbing cock. He lets out a guttural growl as he grips my throat and squeezes it enough to give me the pleasure I need while he releases his hot cum inside me.
With panted breaths, he helps me down. His hand is still around my throat as he pulls me in for a soft kiss.
“Tell me,” he whispers against my lips.
“Do you think Titan is ready to be a big brother?”
He stares at me, tears filling his eyes. “You’re pregnant.”
“I took a test this morning before we left.” I grin from ear to ear. “Are you ready to be a dad?”
He beams. “More than ready.”
“Are you talking about Titan or you?” I bring my hands up to caress his short stubble, and he curves his hand around my belly.
“Us. We were born to be a family. You’re all I ever wanted, and I got more than I bargained for.”
We hold each other a little longer, unable to let go just yet, knowing we have to.
He takes his sweet time strapping my helmet. “Are you done?” I arch my eyebrow, giving him a little attitude before I smack his visor down. He yanks me toward him so hard, I gasp. Our helmets touch. His firm grip around the bottom pulls the strap a little tighter, and I softly moan.
“Exactly what I thought, mama.”
That nickname makes a flutter stir inside me.
Dragging my hands down his back, I grab his ass and squeeze. The light flakes of blue in his eyes darken as he ignites all over again, flexing his muscles beneath my touch.
“We have to go,” I whisper.
