Page 66 of The Jackpot Screwer
“Please, Carter,” Bronte gasped as my lips grazed her hip bone. “I need you so much baby. I need you inside me, like… oh my God, now.”
My tongue followed the path my lips had taken, enticing and teasing, lifting her to the peak of pleasure. And as she squirmed and stretched underneath me, my dick ached to be inside of her, but I wanted to prolong the desire and prolong the need.
“Don’t ever leave me again,” I whispered against the roundness of her stomach. “Know that I love you, will always love you, no matter what.”
“I know. I know.” Her head thrashed from side to side as my fingers trailed up the inside of her leg and traced patterns on her smooth skin. “Carter.”
She arched her back, pushing her hips forward, urging me to be inside of her, whether it was with my fingers or my dick, I don’t think she cared. I got her though, I understood her need.
Sitting back, I placed a hand on each of her knees and parted her legs, looking down at her wet pussy. It was beautiful and pink, her blonde pubic hair a thin, neat strip framing it to perfection. How the hell I’d managed to last all those weeks without her, I had no clue.
“Gonna rock your world now, Lollipop.”
“Yes. Oh God, yes.”
Unable to wait any longer, I pushed inside of my beautiful girl and groaned with pleasure as the sensation ripped from my balls and shot up my spine before spreading around my body like ripples in a pond. Each single thrust heightened the want, increased the gratification and compounded my love for her.
Fingertips dug into my shoulder and back as Bronte’s hips pushed and pulled in time with mine. She gave, I took, I gave, and she took. We were in perfect synchronization. We were born to fit together. Made to love one another.
“Harder,” Bronte panted against my ear.
“The baby?” I questioned, pausing for a moment but starting my rhythm again as soon as Bronte squeezed her legs around my waist.
“It’s fine. Nothing will hurt it.”
I gave her what she needed and went harder. Keeping one hand on her waist and grabbing hold of the headboard with the other, using it to anchor me inside of her as my thrusts got faster and firmer.
“Carter.”
Bronte’s ultimate cry was loud and keening, echoing around the bedroom as everything increased—the speed, the desire, the moans and passion.
“Fuck,” I groaned as the spark inside of me ignited into a ball of fire and I came with a roar. “Lollipop.”
Both my hands grabbed the headboard and I held on tight, wringing out every last drop of cum and pushing as far as I could inside of her. Staring down at Bronte, my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. Her lips pouted and blue eyes blinked slowly.
“Oh my God, I needed that,” she whispered as she reached up and dropped a sweet kiss to the end of my nose. “I missed you, baby.”
“I missed you too. More than you will ever know.” I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us so that I was on my back and Bronte was lying on my chest, right where she was meant to be. “You think everyone will be pissed that we just split on them?”
She looked up at me and grinned. “I doubt it. They just want us to be happy and I think they all know that this is where we’re happiest.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” My smile showed her there was no guessing about it. I knew so, for definite. “We good now?”
She nodded and I framed her face with my hands.
“I need the words, Lollipop. You have to know I can’t go through that again, being without you. For me, this that just happened, means we’re back on track. We do this together and we talk about you moving in. You with me on that?”
I needed to nail everything down. There could be no more questions or misunderstandings and our future had to be planned; me, Lollipop and the baby.
Bronte shifted in my arms and rested her chin on my chest, running a finger along my bottom lip. “Most definitely we’re good and we can talk about me moving in.”
“Good to know. So, let’s talk.” I was an impatient man where she was concerned, that was for sure.
“Okay, but first there’s something I need to do.”
She licked her lips and my dick twitched, ready for round two. The hormones had made her insatiable, but I was pretty sure I could keep up, no problem.
“Yeah, and what’s that?” I asked, reaching up to kiss her softly.
