Page 140 of One Baby Daddy
Even though it’s an intimate moment, the farther south he kisses, the more my body heats, the more I wiggle beneath him, looking for more, needing more.
Continuing his journey south, he brings the rest of my jeans down with him until they’re pulled off and tossed to the floor. Hands trailing back up my thighs, they stop when they reach my panties.
Eyes dark and lustful, he gives me a dangerous look. “Lace thong. Fuck, Adalyn.”
Instead of ripping it off right away, he fingers the delicate lace, testing the waistband and the edges that encase the apex between my thighs. Fingers dancing dangerously close to where I so desperately want him, my head falls to the mattress and my back arches off the bed.
I moan loud and hard when his fingers trace over my slit. I’m so wet, more wet than I ever imagine being.
“Take my thong off, please,” I beg. He does and the minute the fabric is off me, I spread my legs and place my calves over his shoulders, pulling him in close.
When I think he’s going to laugh, he doesn’t. His stare turns more dark, more serious, more intense.
Turning his head to the side, his lips graze my thigh, nipping and licking, his hands sliding under my ass, cupping each cheek in earnest, bringing my center closer to his mouth. Hovering above me, he flicks his tongue, barely passing over my wet center, a whisper of a touch.
Writhing under him, I push myself forward, hunkering my legs down so he has no place to go.
“Please,” I beg. God, I’m so turned on, so in need of release.Of him.
Hands still cupping my ass, he presses his mouth against my pussy and with one smooth stroke, moves his tongue up the valley between my legs, hitting my clit in the process.
“Yes,” I moan, my legs hooking Hayden in even closer.
Long languid strokes, his tongue plays with my arousal, keeping the same pace, the same pressure. It’s mind-blowing, intoxicating.
“More,” I demand, feeling how easily his tongue slides against me, how incredibly aroused I am.
Muttering against me, the vibrations of his voice making my stomach drop, he says, “Tastes so good. So fucking good.”
A spark of my undoing shoots up my spine, his tongue working up and down my clit, licking, kissing, sucking. Pulling it between his lips, humming—
“Oh God,” I scream, unable to hold back. I’m right there, my heart hammering in my chest, my clit pounding against his tongue, my legs starting to go numb as my stomach bottoms out on me, a ripple of pleasure tearing through me. Flicking his tongue over my clit, I convulse on him, my body jerking every which way, his grip holding me down, keeping his face firmly planted between my legs until I don’t think I can take any more.
“Please, oh God, I can’t . . .”
Releasing his mouth, he flips me over on the bed, pulls me up on my knees and brings my back to his chest, his rock hard erection pressing against me, his jeans an unwanted barrier.
“Shirt and bra off. Now.”
Doing as I’m told, I race to get naked as I hear him disrobe himself from behind.
I toss my clothes to the side and kneel on his bed, waiting for his next move. I don’t have to wait for long when his hands reach around me, his warm, strong body flush against mine. Bending his head forward, his cheek against mine, he looks down my front, groaning in my ear.
“These fucking tits. Shit Adalyn, they’re so goddamn big.”
That’s the honest truth. I’m all tits and belly in my pregnancy. It’s been very difficult to find things to wear.
As he cups them, the weight heavy in his hands, I lean my head back and moan softly, loving his touch.
“Goddamn, you feel good.” His thumbs pass over my nipples and I cry out in pleasure. “You like that, baby?”
“Yes.” The words fall out of my mouth in a long, drawn-out syllable.
Taking my cue, he passes his thumbs over my nipples again, his hands still cupping my breasts, squeezing and teasing.
My breasts have always been sensitive, but now with all these hormones running rampant in my body, sensitive isn’t the right word to describe how they feel.
So heavy, so delicate, so taken over by the aching need to be played with.
