Page 19 of Baby Mine

She grinned, and, for the millionth time, his chest constricted just looking at her. This humiliation was more than worth it to win her.

“Well, okay, you can stay in here fighting with the dishes, or you can come into the bedroom and play with me. It’s completely up to you.”

She hadn’t done anything other than utter the words. No suggestive movements, not even a raised eyebrow. Yet, he dropped his gaze to her breasts. Incredibly, they were heavier than the last time he’d seen her, and he imagined they’d begun to leak with milk. An image of the swollen nipples popped into his head, and his cock went rock solid. She turned away and strode out of the kitchen. He watched her go, his attention locked on her ass.

Like a man hypnotized, Renzo let go of the pot, not sure where it landed. He followed after Jada more slowly, allowing anticipation to build. He hungered for her, every part of her—to touch her, to smell her, to listen to her tiny mewls when he pleasured her. By the time he reached the bedroom, she stood before a full-length mirror completely naked. He paused in the doorway, unable for a moment to coordinate his own body. All he could do was stare. Her previously flat belly rounded somewhat now near the base. Her breasts hung as low as he’d imagined. They were heavier, he knew, and his palms itched to weigh them. Already her hips had widened a little, and her thick thighs were more for a man to squeeze between.

Renzo almost salivated at the sight of his sweet Jada. His pulse raged, and his blood boiled. The hard-on he’d grown from her earlier words strained in his pants for release. “Do you realize how beautiful you are?” he asked in a ragged breath that was thick with his desire. If he’d been thinking to hold off from taking her until she was sure of him, that vow would have flown out the window at this moment.

He took his time approaching her and stopped just to stare at her reflection.

She frowned and then pouted. “I’m getting fatter.”

“You are more of a woman than you’ve ever been before, and it’s driving me insane,” he corrected. “Do you understand what a pregnant woman means to a man?”

She dragged her gaze from critically examining her body to meet his, and her soft brown eyes widened. “Wow, you look like you could eat me.”

“Oh, I will eat you and more.” He rested his hands on her shoulders and felt the shiver that passed through her. When he turned her to face him, he gave closer inspection to those wonderful breasts, and his mouth watered. With one fingertip, he traced a small bud and watched it tighten under his touch. “Do they leak yet?”

Again the frustrated frown. “Yes, and I’m already having to wear pads in my bra. It’s annoying. They ache too.”

He tsked with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Povera bimba. Poor baby, let me make it better.” He caught one swollen mound in his hand and raised it slightly while bending down to lick the tip. Jada let out a small gasp and then moaned when he took her nipple between his lips to give it a suck. Right away a few drops of sweet liquid coated his tongue, and he echoed her moan. He wrapped an arm around her waist to draw her tighter then sucked a little harder. His precious beauty cried out his name, almost bringing Renzo to release in his pants.

“Renzo,” she said again, bringing him to dizzying heights. “Your clothes are wet. Let me help you take them off.”

With reluctance he drew back, allowing the nipple to pop from his lips. He watched the heavy breast bounce once and was hard-pressed not to make it happen again. “By all means, cara, undress me.”

Her hands shook as she unbuttoned his shirt, a telltale sign of how he affected her. He never took his eyes off her beautiful face as she worked and was gratified to see her full lips part and her breath quicken when she bared his chest. Despite how much he worked, he’d made it a point of staying in shape. Jada obviously approved of his conditioning. She ran her hands over his chest, lingering at his small, flat nipples, which had gone hard at her touch.

“My pants are wet too,” he prompted.

Her gaze dropped to the front of his pants, and he grinned at seeing her reaction to the tent she found there. She didn’t pause for a second, undoing his belt and lowering his zipper. When she freed his cock, it sprang out, stretching to its mate. He ached to feel her tight, hot pussy wrapped around his dick and to push himself as far as he could go. He wanted to lose track of time and space, buried in the most perfect woman in existence. With that in mind, he pushed her hands away and caught her up around the waist. Just before he dropped her on the bed, he remembered her condition and placed her there gently. After he had removed the rest of his clothing, he followed her down, a thigh braced between hers and most of his weight on his elbow at her side.

“Your bed is too small,” he complained.

Amusement twinkled in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter. I plan to spend most of my time in it on top of you or with you on top of me. If that doesn’t work, then I will take you from behind while we lie on our sides. I’m willing to explore all options.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” The breathless quality to her voice led his attention to her lips. When had he kissed them last?

Renzo slanted his mouth over hers, enjoying the feel of her wriggling in pleasure under him. Her scent had intoxicated him from day one, but the taste of her lips went beyond all else. He threaded his tongue into her mouth and swept the warm, moist inside. She moaned, and the vibrations enticed every nerve ending awake. Egged on, he laid a hand at her waist and hauled her up to him. He arched against her pussy and kneed her legs farther apart. A thumb flicked between them brought the evidence he’d hoped for. She was wet, dripping wet, and ready for his entrance.

Still, Renzo held off taking her. He broke their kiss and peered into her eyes. The feverish glow told him she couldn’t take a delay much longer, but he wanted to tease her body until she lay near bursting. He craved to hear her screaming his name, her senses twined so tight, she shook from head to toe. He had found many hours of pleasure in Venice and California, bringing her to the edge like this, and tonight would be no different.

Renzo leaned back farther and ran a hand over her belly. He stopped just above her soft mound and eyed her swollen clit. The tiny bud seemed to strain toward him. He ran the tip of his finger across it, and Jada gasped, raising her hips toward him.

“Did you miss me, cara?” he demanded while watching her face.

“Y-yes.” She licked her lips. His cock twitched. “Yes, you know I did.”

He strummed a thumb across her clit again and then pressed down on it. “You need to come.”

“Damn you, Renzo, if you stop playing with me, maybe I will.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. He couldn’t help himself for how much he loved her bite. Bite. That’s a good idea. He scooted down the bed, and for a moment was distracted by the pretty roundness of her belly. The next instant, he moved on and took her clit between his teeth. Jada squeaked, alarmed, but he had no intention of hurting her. After teasing her a little more, putting a small bit of pressure on her clit, he pulled the bud between his lips and sucked hard. She screamed, and a shudder passed through her body. When she tried closing her legs, Renzo halted the movement with his hands, holding her thighs apart. He alternated between licking and sucking her clit. She writhed and cried out, her nails clawing at his arms. When she screamed again, he dove lower to catch the thick, white cream running from her channel. He ate to his heart’s content, scooping up every drop on the curve of his tongue. When he finished, he sat up and braced himself between her thighs.

“I went faster than I wanted to,” he admitted. “You’re so beautiful, Jada, and your pussy is delicious. I did say I would eat you, didn’t I?”

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