Page 12 of Knock Me Up

I blush as I look at him, and he twirls a lock of my hair. “What are we waiting for then? The night is still young, so we have plenty of time to get to work.”

He sweeps me off my feet, carrying me into his bedroom, dropping me down on his bed. We’re giggling madly as we have to stop and remove our bride and groom costumes. As horny as we both are, we don’t want to make a mess of them, because we may well have wonderful memories of these garments in the future.

Now we’re only in our underwear. Some lacey white garments for me, and some black boxer-briefs for him. He’s got a mighty erection stretching that cotton to its limits, so naturally I want to free him from his prison. I grab hold of that protrusion, hearing him shudder under my touch, and pull him toward the bed.

“You’ve got the touch of an angel, Piper.”

“An angel wouldn’t touch you like this.”

“Oh, I know. It just sounds better than saying you’ve got the touch of the devil. Has weird connotations, you know?”

More giggling as he leans in for a kiss. It gets better every time our lips meet. We’re way more than strangers now. We’re lovers who somehow found one another in this big confusing world and realized we were the one for each other.

Dropping to my knees, I pull his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. I’m impressed with how hard he is for me. I’m not a virgin, so I’ve seen my fair share, and I have to say that Luke’s is by far the most delectable-looking of the members that have been presented to me.

My fingers take their time in savoring every inch of him, watching how much he enjoys my touch. His balls hang heavy as I cup them and give them a gentle massage. I bring my tongue to them, hearing him softly moan as I lick them, wrapping them in my love. I tease him a little, but always remember to be gentle with the source of my future children. Of all the things I’m sure I would love to explore with him, I’ve made a mental note that I’m not doing anything that would harm these beautiful, beautiful balls.

As I release them, my mouth makes a powerful pop sound, and I drag my tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling it throb with every little movement I make. It throbs against my lips as I take it from another direction, all while looking up at him so hopefully. He’s wearing a soft smile, all too pleased at my worship. He runs his fingers through my hair as I slide up and down his length.

I pucker my lips, opening wide enough to ease him in, then pursing my lips down hard on him as I take him inch by inch into my mouth. His gasps become more drastic as I lay on the pressure, taking all of him down my throat. I suck his cock happily, letting my tongue wrap around him and tease him wildly as I bob up and down, wasting no time in driving him wild.

“You know what you’re doing down there, don’t you? That on top of everything else about you makes me wish I could marry you even harder, Piper.”

I giggle as I continue up and down his length, forcing him to brace himself with his hands on his headboard. I massage his balls as I continue to bob up and down his length, pushing myself to please him more. I want him indebted to me and my cocksucking skills, I want to taste every last drop of him. That tiny taste of precum is an addictive drug, and I need more of it. He’s going to supply me.

Or so I thought.

Rudely, he pulls himself away, shaking his head. “I want to save every last drop of this for where it needs to go to get the job done. It’s painful for me to resist this, but I’m dedicated to living up to my end of the bargain on this whole family thing.”

“Wow, what great sacrifices you’re making.”

“If you could feel what I feel when your lips are around my cock, you wouldn’t be so sarcastic.”

He offers me a hand and pulls me up to my feet. We share another kiss, brief, but wonderfully intense all the same. He guides me gently down to the bed, laying me flat on the sheets before raining his kisses down on my body. Goosebumps form all over me as he kisses over my shoulders and my chest, teasing my breasts through the fabric. I reach behind myself and unhook my bra, letting him pull it away, my tits finally free to enjoy the open air.

And he enjoys them in turn, his touch going around my areolas, filling me with a delightful pleasure that spikes a bit higher when he suckles on them each briefly.

Luke then runs his hands over my abdomen, as flat as it is now. He massages it, giving me a twisted look, knowing that our actions will result in it not being so flat. I can’t wait, honestly. Something about being pregnant has always tickled me in a sinful way.

His touch goes between my legs, feeling the heat of my sex through those lacey panties, poking at my folds.

“You’re dripping wet for me, I see. You’re leaking through your panties, Piper.”

“I want everything you can give me that bad. I’m not just talking a big game here, Luke.”

“Then let’s see if we can take care of your lust, even if only for a moment.”

He grabs hold of my waistband and pulls my panties down my legs, and I’m all too happy to close my knees enough for him to strip them away. With nothing else to stop him, he plunges between my legs, my knees over his shoulders and him licking around my now bare folds. He kisses me on the clit then continues his deep exploration, a delightful tingling following in the wake of his tongue.

A comical slurping sound comes from down there as he looks up at me, and I can’t help but giggle at the wild smile on his face. He continues to lick and suckle on my folds, teasing me, his fingers joining in on the fun. Soon though, he settles in on a more determined worship, his fingers pushing into my wet pussy, his tongue tangling with my nub, and his free hand up and roaming my body, seeking to please me in every way possible. A light massage on my abdomen, my sides, my thighs. My whole body is something to be worshiped, and Luke wants to make sure I realize it.

He’s so damn good down there. His tongue lashes build such a powerful fire within me, the sensations spreading so beautifully as I twist and turn beneath him. I cry out louder and louder so he knows just where to slide that tongue, and the perfect rhythm to suckle on my nub and build the fire inside me until it consumes me wholly.

My legs lock around his head as I struggle desperately against him and also don’t want him to stop. I want him to give me anything and everything, leaving me panting for more, my heart pounding against my ribcage as the adrenaline pumps to meet the sensations pulsing through my body.

He’s so damn good. Too good. I’m nibbling on my lip as everything pounds through me again and again and I writhe on the edge of bliss for what feels like forever.

Then it hits me. It hits me good and hard, and I scream for him. I’m helpless before him, such sweet orgasmic putty in his hands and against his tongue.

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