Page 106 of Knocked Up by my Rival

For a moment, pleasure was all I knew.

When I came down from my sexual high, Troy let go of me, and I gasped for air, breathing hard.

While I recovered on the bed, Troy pushed up and undid his pants. He dropped them to his ankles, and I stared at his cock, rock hard and straining.

I sat up while he kicked off his jeans and his shoes, naked now, too. I stared at his cock. Everything about Troy was a turn-on—not only was he handsome as hell with a charm that had made me melt since the first time I saw him, but he also had a way of licking and touching me that sent me over the edge every time.

Literally.

His cock was impressive, and I reached for him. His cock twitched when I touched him, and I ran my fingers around the head. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pumped my hand up and down, and Troy sucked his breath through his teeth, following it with a groan.

I leaned forward and sucked his cock into my mouth. My body still hummed with the pleasure he’d given me, and I wanted to return the favor.

I bobbed my head up and down, stroking Troy in and out of my mouth. Troy moaned and groaned, his deep voice reverberating through his chest, and he pushed his fingers into my hair. While I sucked him off, he tugged at my hair, and I moaned as I breathed through my nose.

I cupped his balls with one hand as I bobbed my head, and that made him groan louder, his breathing becoming shallow.

“I’m going to finish if you do that,” Troy said in a hoarse voice and pulled back so that his cock slipped out of my mouth. He pushed me back on the bed and crawled over me, covering my body with his. He only put his weight half on top of me and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He cupped my cheek, and I tasted myself on him as we made out.

Slowly, while we kissed, Troy slid his hand down my body. He traced my curves, and I shivered as he left goosebumps in his wake. He reached between my legs and pushed his fingers into me. I moaned into his mouth.

Troy shifted so that he was on top of me and positioned between my legs. He didn’t look for a condom the way he had before. It wasn’t necessary. I wrapped my legs around his thighs. Troy caressed my face, his eyes locked on mine. He slid into me, and I moaned until he was buried to the hilt. The feel of him inside of me, completely bare, made me somehow feel even closer to him. Maybe it was the fact that we’d figured things out between us. Maybe it was the fact that I was pregnant with his baby.

Maybe it was because he loved me and I loved him and there was nothing that said we couldn’t be anything but perfect together.

I shivered around him. Troy rested his cock inside of me, his body pressed along the length of mine, and his eyes locked on mine again.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” he asked.

I shook my head. “It feels amazing.”

“It does,” he agreed. He brushed his fingertips down my cheek, planted another kiss on my lips, and started moving inside of me. I gasped and moaned as Troy stroked in and out of me, slowly and sensually at first. When he picked up his pace, bucking his hips harder and faster, my cries grew louder. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Troy braced himself on his arms, placed on either side of my head, and his face turned into a riddle of concentration.

He bucked into me harder and faster, and I let out breathy moans in rhythm with his fucking.

As he stroked in and out of me, he pushed me closer to the edge of another orgasm. My body shuddered as heat washed over me, dragging me closer, and for a moment, I teetered on the edge.

Troy bucked his hips harder still, and then I fell over the edge, and pleasure ripped through me another time.

This time, with Troy inside of me when I orgasmed, my pussy clamped tightly around him as my body convulsed with pleasure.

When I blinked my eyes open after letting the orgasm carry me away, Troy’s eyes were locked on mine. His lips were parted and he looked at me with so much affection and adoration, I blushed.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he asked. He planted a kiss on my lips. “I love when you do that.”

“What?” I breathed.

“Orgasm.” He grinned at me. “I love making you do that.”

Before I could reply, he bucked his hips into me, picking up the pace again, and I cried out instead of giving a sweet reply the way I’d wanted to.

Troy moved his hips faster and faster, pounding into me. I bucked my hips in rhythm with his. He was getting close—I could tell by the way his breathing had become erratic, and his face was serious, his teeth gritted and brows knitted together. The more he bucked into me, the more he pushed me to yet another orgasm. Now that I was pregnant, I was so much more sensitive, and it felt like the orgasms came easier than ever before.

When he pushed into me as deep as he could go, he planted a kiss on my lips and grunted.

His cock twitched and jerked inside of me, releasing, and the sensation pushed me over the edge.

I cried out and Troy let out a groan and we came in unison. Our bodies were pressed up together so that I felt his pleasure roll through his body and become mine until we were one.

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