Page 32 of Christmas Chaos
‘Bloody big bump and bloody stupid socks!’ she yelled.
He knelt in front of her and pulled them off, massaging her aching feet.
‘You should be resting more.’
Zoe ignored him. She felt guilty enough for taking this time away from work. ‘Oh my god that feels so good.’
Rory stroked up her calves, kneading the muscles. ‘Would you like a massage and a nap?’
Her eyes snapped open. ‘Rory MacGinley. I am so horny I could combust. The only massage I need right now is an internal one. Get naked. Now.’
He saluted her and tugged his shirt off.
Zoe swallowed as she watched the rippling muscles of his torso. She must have been Mother fucking Teresa in a former life to have been gifted Rory in this one. As his cock sprang free, she grabbed it greedily.
‘Gimme, gimme.’
‘I thought this was meant to be about you,’ he said, his breath hitching as she stroked and squeezed him.
‘I like Big Bob and I cannot lie,’ she replied before sucking him deep.
‘Zoe! Fuck!’
He tried to move but she held him firmly, her free hand tugging the weight of his balls. She loved giving him head. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, the way she could reduce this huge strong man to a shaking mess.
‘Zoe, seriously, it’s been too long, I’m—’
She released him with a pop.
He gritted his teeth, the tendons in his neck strained. His breath rushed out with a whoosh as he regained control. His arctic blue eyes fixed her with a stare that could melt diamonds.
He pointed to the headboard. ‘Get up there and hold on tight.’
Her thighs clenched and she scooted back, kneeling up and facing away from him. She moaned as his hand cupped her from behind, running his fingers through the slickness of her arousal. The pregnancy made everything feel fuller, more sensitive. He bit her neck and thrust two fingers inside.
‘Yes!’ she cried, arching into his touch.
She was already so close. She could feel the hardness of his shaft as she rocked back against him. He held her breast with his other hand, pinching and tugging her nipple. She gasped as sensation sparked, sending shocks of light through her. His thumb found her clit and she bucked frantically into his hand. He growled into her neck and the vibrations sent her over the edge, her muscles convulsing as her orgasm hit. Rory held her tightly, continuing to nip, pinch and rub every point of pleasure as she fell apart in his arms.
As her breath slowed, he pulled his fingers from her.
‘Rory,’ she whined.
He pressed his cock between her thighs and she squeezed around it.
‘Is this what you want?’ he asked, his voice gravelly and deep.
‘Yes, yes, yes!’ One orgasm had barely scratched the surface of her need.
He moved the thick length back and forwards, coating it in her juices.
‘And how do you want it, Zoe?’
His body covered hers, his hands roaming over her breasts, her belly.
‘Hard,’ she gasped.
He nudged her knees wider, and she angled her bottom up. The feel of the fat head of his shaft nudging into her was the most exquisite relief. He moved slowly as she adjusted to his size, brushing his fingers over her clit and sending more urgent rushes of pleasure through her to pop and fizz across her skin.
