Page 60 of Sweet Possession

“Angel?” I say as I stroke her hair.

“Mmm,” she says sleepily.

I grin, dropping a kiss to the side of her head. “My parents are coming to visit for the holidays.”

That wakes her up. Her head whips around, a concerned look on her face. “What?”

“My parents are visiting for the holidays,” I repeat. “I have told them all about you… and the baby.”

Her eyes widen. “You told them all about me?”

I know what she means. But I didn’t get that far. That’s a conversation for face-to-face. I shake my head. “They don’t know that you’re my student, but they will. I don’t want to hide anything from them. I’m not ashamed of our relationship, and if it wasn’t for your scholarship, I would shout that you are mine from the rooftops.” I pause, then pin her with a look. “Trust me, I nearly have, several times. It’s only out of respect and my love for you that I have kept it quiet.” She watches me for a long beat. I maybe should have held off telling my mom about the pregnancy so we could do it together. It was selfish of me, I know. I just couldn’t wait. I needed to tell someone. “Are you mad that I told them?”

She sighs, reaching up and stroking my face. “No, I’m not mad. It’s just that they say not to tell people until you are past the three-month mark. What if something goes wrong? We don’t even know how far along I am.”

Lowering my face, I brush my lips across hers. “I don’t want you to think like that. And next week we’ll know for sure how far you are. I had to tell someone. You don’t know how much this means to me that you are carrying my child.” I groan, thrusting my now hard cock against her. “And how hard it makes me just thinking about it. I never thought I would have a pregnancy kink, but with you…” I trail off as I nibble her bottom lip.

She chuckles, pulling away from me. “I have never even heard of a pregnancy kink. Teaching me something new every day, right, Mr. Grant?”

I growl at the purr in her voice, her words. “Damn right, angel.” I maneuver myself until she is flat on her back, and I’m between her legs. “Now spread those legs. I am going to eat your pussy until you cream all over my face, and then I’m going to fuck you nice and slow and fill you with my cum.”

“You already did that, Asher.” She looks pointedly to her stomach as if proving her point.

“Yeah, I did.” I wiggle my brows. “I heard pregnancy makes you even hornier?”

“Well, if that’s the case, I’m going to want to fuck you every hour of every day.” She opens her legs to reveal her bare, glistening pussy. I groan. If I had known she was only wearing my shirt and no panties, I would have done this earlier.

“Look at you, baby. Always so wet for me. Reach down and spread yourself open for me.” She does as I ask, her hand snaking down and parting her folds. Christ, she has the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. “Keep holding yourself wide. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.” I drop my head, thrusting inside her and doing just that. She moans as I enter her, arching her back. I don’t let up. I work her to the brink, only to pull out, knock her hands away, and latch my lips around her clit. She cries out as I shove two fingers inside, pumping hard as I suck on her little bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take long for her to clamp down around my fingers. She arches her back, rubbing her sweet pussy into my face as she calls out my name.

My gaze moves up, landing on her face. She slumps back, her chest heaving as she comes down from her high. I press a kiss to the inside of both her thighs, then move up her body. Her eyes snap open as a smile curves her full lips. “You are really good at that,” she murmurs, reaching up and running her hands through my hair.

“Really good at what?” I play stupid, wanting to hear her say the words.

She narrows her eyes, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. “Eating my pussy.” The words are rushed, quiet, and I almost miss them.

I grin, pressing a kiss to her mouth. “Thank you, angel. I really likeeatingyour pussy.”

“Stop,” she groans, her eyes fluttering closed.

I frown. “Are you tired, angel?”

“Mmm,” she mumbles incoherently.

I grind my hard cock into her. She moans. “Too tired for me to fuck you?”

Her eyes fly open. She licks her lips, then grinds her bare pussy into me. “I want you,” she whimpers, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. As much as I want to fuck her right now, she looks exhausted, and above all, my need to look after her outweighs my need to fuck her.

“Tomorrow, angel. Let’s get you to bed,” I say, kissing her forehead.

“What?” the shock in her tone is evident.

I chuckle. “You need to rest, baby. I’m taking you to bed.”

“And so, the overbearing behavior starts,” she mutters.

I laugh harder. “Oh, angel. You haven’t seen anything yet. It’s only going to get worse,” I respond before pushing off the couch, scooping her in my arms, and carrying her to bed.

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