Page 97 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

I turned off the blender and stepped out of my panties as Drew lifted the t-shirt I was wearing up over my head. 'You are so beautiful,' he whispered, appreciating my body, cupping one breast with his hand while sucking on the other greedily. They were starting to grow just like my belly. He made his way down my body, worshipping it with kisses and his hands. This man made me feel like a sex goddess, even this early in the morning.

He knelt in front of me, hitching one leg up on his shoulder as he used his fingers to spread my folds, making quick work of sliding his fingers into me while his tongue danced around my clit. He was devouring me like a starved man. Grinding against his mouth, my legs began to tremble, and when my knees gave out as I rounded my own finish line, he held me up with his spare arm. I cried out his name in pleasure,not stopping until I was completely finished riding it out. He never stopped, always making sure I had my fill. I slowly slid my leg from his shoulder as he rose to kiss me. I could taste my orgasm on him. He picked me up by my ass, wrapping my legs around him as he carried me to the sofa. I tore his towel off as he laid me down, not surprised at all to see he was more than ready for me.

'You've come to play I see.' I stroked him.

'No, cupcake, I've come to fuck you until you cum again.'

I smiled, pulling him down to me. 'That sounds like more fun.'

He ran his hard cock against my folds. 'Always so wet and ready for me,' his voice was dripping with desire as he pushed into me. He let out an audible moan as he always did when he entered me, filling me over and over again, building to the rhythm that drove me wild. It was primal, our need to maximize each other's pleasure.Clawing at his back and pressing my teeth into his shoulder, I could feel myself on the verge of my next release and he knew it too.

‘That’s it, cupcake,’ Drew cheered me on as I was chasing my second orgasm. ‘Cum all over my cock for me, I want to feel how crazy I make you.’

Just as I was on the verge, the doorbell rang, and I immediately tried to sit up, but felt Drew’s hand on my chest, pushing me back down, as he continued plunging in and out of me. ‘They can fuck off, I’m in the middle of fucking my wife,’ he growled.

But it was too late, the build was gone. Especially after the second time the bell rang. ‘For fuck's sake, it’s early morning,’ Drew yelled, slowing down, but not stopping.

He looked down to me. ‘Cupcake, I’m close, I’m finishing, and whoever the fuck is at the door is just going to have to wait.’

I smiled and pulled his face down to mine to kiss him. He was a man on a mission, and right now, that mission was to finish what he had started.

‘Cum in me,’ I whispered. ‘I’m done, but finish in me.’

He rose, holding on to my hips and pounding into me. He was no longer afraid to hurt me or the baby after our doctor assured him it was safe. Recently our lovemaking was better than ever . My hormones made me horny almost all the time and ready to go, which suited Drew just fine.

‘Yeah,’ he moaned, and I knew he reached his release, just as the doorbell rang again followed by loud knocks.

‘Fuck!’ he yelled, clearly annoyed as he pulled out of me and tossing me the towel to wipe up with as he walked into our bedroom and quickly changed into a pair of sweat pants.

‘I swear this bitch only comes to catch me with my dick out,’ Drew said as he walked to the front door. This was the second time in as many days the detective showed up early in the morning.

‘Then maybe don’t answer the door looking like that,’ I commented, wrapping the towel around me and walking back into the bedroom, looking over his body. His chiseled chest was on full display, as were his drool-worthy abs and that V-shape thingy flanking his hips that just made grown-ass women stupid. It drew the eyes down to his groin, which his sweatpants weren’t doing much to hide. He may just have cum, but he was still rather hard.

Yeah, he was the total package, and he was all mine.

I heard him answer the door. Gone were the pleasant greetings that Drew had the first night and yesterday afternoon, when he welcomed the detective into our home with a smile. Now she was just getting to be annoying and intrusive.

‘Did I wake you?’ I heard the detective say in an equally annoying voice, but I knew she was eye fucking my husband in the entranceway.

‘No, I was making love to my wife. By the way, you owe her an apology, I only had time to get her off once before you rudely interrupted us,’ I heard him say. It was so out of character for him, but I knew he hated this whole house arrest situation. I was the victim, after all, and he didn’t think the arrangement was fair in the least.

He was already walking back into the kitchen when I emerged from the bedroom, dressed in a sweater and a pair of capri leggings.

‘Hey,’ I said walking into the entrance of our house. ‘I’m here like I am every morning, noon, and night.’

‘I’m just doing my job.’

‘At eight in the morning?’

‘Would you rather I did it at three in the morning? Because I was up and working then too.’ She was rude and snarky this morning too.

‘Whatever,’ I rolled my eyes at her. ‘I’m here like I always am, so go on and record it in your little black book, and I’ll see you tomorrow sometime.’

‘I just wanted to let you know personally that they got the testimony yesterday from your ex…’

‘I know, my cousin was there, she told me all about it.’

CHAPTER 33

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