Page 98 of Ruin The Friendship
Fletcher’s grip on my hips tightens as he fucks up into me, taking control and increasing the pace. My pussy throbs as he fucks me, bringing me higher and higher.
A sharp, stinging sensation hits my ass, and I realize he’s spanked me.
“Fletcher! More.”
The skin of my right ass cheek stings, but morphs into pleasure as he kneads the skin, swatting my ass once more.
“Oh, god,” I say.
I’m no longer in control, but I’m fine with that. I had my fun, but now it’s his turn. He alternates spanks between my ass cheeks as he thrusts, and the burning tingles deep in my core, heightening my pleasure. I strum my clit fast and rough as Fletcher nears his climax. My orgasm flares to life in my core as I tremble, my body heavy as Fletcher holds me through it, pounding into me with relentless thrusts.
He comes with a ragged moan, loud in my ear, and his cum fills me. The warmth spreads inside me as he slides out. His cum drips out of me as I catch my breath, resting on his chest. Fletcher brushes his fingers up and down my spine as he kisses my forehead.
“You’re amazing,” he breathes.
“Right back at you.” I chuckle. Slowly, I roll offhim, my legs like jelly. “That was a lot of work. I need to start doing some squats or something.”
We lie side by side for a long moment as Fletcher traces my features, his calloused fingers sliding down the bridge of my nose, to the corners of my eyes, then down the line of my jaw. When he hits a ticklish spot on my neck, I shriek, pulling away from him.
Fletcher laughs, leaning over and kissing my cheek. He climbs out of the bed, and the water runs for a moment before he comes back into his room.
“It’s a shame to clean this up,” he whispers, gently opening my thighs, cleaning the cum from between them.
“Thank you.” I cup his cheek and pull him down to kiss him deeply.
Our mouths tangle together, and we kiss for a long minute. I pull away from him, excusing myself to use the restroom. When I come back, Fletcher is under the covers again, but pulls the sheets back, patting the space beside him.
I climb in next to him, letting him tug my naked body against his. There’s nothing like being held by him. When I roll onto my side, Fletcher wraps his arms around me, my back to his front. He rests his large palm across my lower belly, and butterflies flutter in my stomach.
The baby picks that moment to swirl in my stomach, and I rest, knowing Fletcher is holding us.
42
MILLIONAIRE SUGAR DADDY
LYDIA
TWENTY-FOUR WEEKS PREGNANT
Fletcher
Where are you?
Me
I had a meeting with a daycare near work. I’ll be home soon
Fletcher
Where?
Me
Like two blocks from work, it’s a nice place, but I’m not sure. I can’t get a vibe on how I feel yet.
Fletcher
What’s it called?
