Page 60 of Take A Chance

I believed it because I knew what he was capable of. The skin on my hips felt tight and swollen, as though the muscles beneath were beating. The pressure built in my abdomen to a churning crescendo. "Please," I begged, my body trembling beneath his hands. "Please." The sizzling wire of lust zapped through my body. He pinched my clit between his fingers, the pressure sending a shock of pain-laced pleasure through me.

His tongue was soft yet firm as it penetrated deep within me, coaxing out a flood of sweet nectar that filled the air with its aroma. His fingers pressed against my sweet spot, and I threw back my head, lost in an ocean of bliss. His mouth moved faster and more fervently, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body until I was ready to take flight with such magnificence that it could only be from the gods above.

His tongue slid inside me, sucking and laving until I was close to coming. I could feel every curve of his tongue against my walls, his hands gripping me tightly as he drove me wild with skillful precision. His lips moved to my clit, gently sucking it as he slid two fingers deep inside me, curling them ever so slightly and bringing me right to the edge of pleasure.

With one final thrust against his fingers, a river of ecstasy poured from me and I shuddered violently beneath him. My body shook beneath him as I reached crescendo after crescendo of blissful pleasure, my hands gripping the cushions as I let out a loud moan that echoed through the room. My hips rose off the couch in rhythm with every stroke of his hand and tongue until finally, I fell back into the cushion, exhausted but fulfilled.

Blake wasn’t done with me. His fingers evidenced that, smearing my cum around my sex, touching every sensitive nerve ending and driving me wild. I twitched, jerking upward as he toyed with me. His tongue flicked over my entrance again, drinking in more of my moisture and then plunging into me. I wanted him to fill me, but he teased, touching and sucking, bringing me right back to the edge again.

When he growled, the way his chest rumbled pushed every button I had. My toes curled, the vibration pushing me over the edge. His mouth closed around my clit again, sucking and driving me onward, and when his fingers began rhythmically massaging my G-spot, my body tipped over the edge again, free-falling into orgasm, writhing beneath his face.

“Blake... Oh, God...” I panted and clawed at his hair, pulling it until I thought I was hurting him, but I couldn’t stop. The convulsions were so hard, my entire body felt them. He was incredible.

When my body calmed, he rose up, stroking himself and grinning at me. “Ready for this?” he asked, slapping his cock against my wet pussy. I bit my lip and nodded, and he toyed with me more, sliding his head through my slickness. “Beg,” he said, dipping only the tip of his dick into me.

“God, please, Blake. I need you.” I reached for him, and he shook his head.

“Beg,” he said again, sliding his cock into my slit, up and down, torturing me.

“Please, baby, please put it in me. Fill me now. I want you.”

He pushed into me with one thrust that hit my cervix, making me gasp as pleasure surged through me. His heat filled me as he let his weight sink against mine, and I dug my fingers into his back. His thrusting increased in speed and pressure until I felt like I was going mad with wanting more. "It's amazing, oh, God," I panted, whimpering as I clawed at his back for him to move faster.

As if he knew my desires, he moved faster and harder, exploring me with his fingers and mouth. He pulled one of my breasts close to him and grabbed some of my hair in his other hand as he kissed my neck hard and pressed against me. His pelvis rubbing against my clit was so tantalizingly perfect that I felt the wave of orgasm build up quickly.

“Blake...” I moaned, pulling him closer to feel his entire body vibrate with pleasure.

“You are amazing, baby.” His voice sent shockwaves down my spine as I felt the flood of hormones overtake my body and pulses start rippling through me. I fought back, struggling to take him deeper inside me with each thrust, before we both tensed toward climax. As he let go, filling me up with warmth, our heartbeats slowed together, and he held himself over me, staring down at me. His dick throbbed in me, his heartbeat detectable within my thick walls. I felt our sex drain out of me. He kissed my forehead and pulled out, settling on the couch at my feet.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up to a sitting position, and I slid over onto his lap, straddling him. His dick was still hard, pressing against my clit, but he was spent. I draped myself over him and felt my stomach roil as I did so. All the exertion had stirred me up. I moaned.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just feeling nauseous again.” I pushed the hair out of my face, and he rubbed my back.

“Maybe we need to get you to the doctor. You’ve been feeling ill a lot lately.” I felt him kiss the top of my head, and I smiled, then sat up. “Why are you smiling?” he asked, completely oblivious. I just let my smile grow, my eyes welling up. “What?”

“Yes, eventually, I need a doctor...” I toyed with his chest hair, biting my lip. His face contorted to confusion, then his eyebrows rose. He watched me as I blinked and happy tears cascaded over my cheeks.

“You’re...?” he said, pressing his hand to my stomach. I nodded, letting a laugh burst out of my chest. “And I’m...?”

“Yes,” I told him. I couldn’t contain the joy swelling in my chest. I’d seen what an incredible father Blake was to Katelyn. I never knew that sort of love when I was a child, my own father being so distant and cold. But watching Blake with his daughter was confirmation to me of what sort of father he’d be to my child—our child.

“Emma,” he said, his tone suddenly sharp. I stiffened and let my smile slowly fade, instantly dreading his next words. What if having another child wasn’t part of his life plan and I’d just gotten happy, only to be crushed? He scowled at me, shaking his head, and my heart sank.

“Blake, I... I’m sorry, I thought—”

“Thought you’d take down an entire organized crime syndicate while you’re carrying my child? Do you realize how dangerous that was? You could have been hurt or killed. And the baby?” His hands slid over my thighs, gripping my hips. His head still shook, but I saw his expression softening. “Do you know how badass that is?” His eyebrows furrowed, but the grin on his lips made me smile with him.

“You know if I hadn’t stayed to give my statement, they’d never have found that hideout, and my father would still be on the lam.”

“I know it. I just wished you’d have told me sooner.” Blake pulled me down and kissed me hard, then kept me there close to him. “How long have you known?”

“A few weeks. I found out when I was there at the house. I had an old pregnancy test I'd left in my bathroom.” I lay on him, happy to be unburdened of the secret and ready to start my life with him. “You’re happy?”

“Baby, I’m thrilled. I couldn’t be happier. And now more than ever, I want to go home and see Katelyn and tell her the good news.”

With a bit of prodding, he managed to get me off him, and we showered and dressed. He called Gary and sent the car to pick up Greta and Katelyn, and he told them we’d meet them at the house in Scarsdale later today. I couldn’t wait to see Katelyn again and give her a big hug and tell her she was going to be a big sister.

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