Page 57 of The Decoy

His gaze softens, replacing the heat I saw moments ago. He drops down to his knees in front of me.

“Brody—” I rasp as he places his hands on the sides of my belly.

He doesn’t say a word. He just leans forward and presses his lips to the center of my bump, placing a tender kiss against my skin. He stays there for a second, resting his forehead against me, his hands holding me with a reverence that makes my eyes prick with tears. He holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Ellis,” he says against my skin, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me into him again as he rests his scruffy face against the smooth skin of my belly. “You take my breath away every single day.”

I feel so overwhelmed by hearing these words, but also by the electric arousal swimming through my body. I reach down, running my fingers through his hair, gently tugging until his eyes meet mine.

“Brody…come up here and kiss me,” I say, my voice laced with blatant desire.

He rises in one fluid motion and, in seconds, pulls off his sweater, tossing it in the same direction he threw my clothes, revealing his sculpted chest. He kicks off his shoes and shoves his jeans and boxers down his thighs, standing before me completely naked. His thick cock is fully erect, pulsing against his stomach.

I swear I’ll never get tired of seeing this man’s desire for me.

Brody steps forward, reaches around me, and unsnaps my bra, pulling the straps down my arms, letting it fall to the floor. Without taking his eyes off of mine, his hands slide down my hips, his thumbs hooking inside the waistband of my underwear. He glides his palms down the back of my thighs, dragging the thin lace down past my knee in one fluid motion until I step out of them.

I look up at his face, and a wicked smirk spreads across it.

He leans in and kisses me softly as he picks me up effortlessly, his arms sliding under my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the side of the bed. He lays me down, hovering over me.

He kisses me, then makes his way down my neck to my chest, his mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard and sending hot sparks right down to my pussy. I swear…this pregnancy is heightening everything. I feel like it won’t take much for me to come.

“Ah! Brody…” I gasp, arching my back, my hands grabbing onto the slats of my headboard over my head.

“Yeah, baby,” he mumbles against my skin, his hand sliding down between my legs. “This feel good?”

“Yes…” I pant.

“Remember…your parents are down the hall.”

Instead of making me pause, the reminder sends a spike of adrenaline through me.

Brody parts my knees and climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs. His eyes lock on mine as he slides his hand over my center. His thumbs part my lips, his thumb pressing down on my clit, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles.

I bite my lower lip hard, digging my teeth into the soft skin to keep from crying out too loud as a wave of intense heat pools between my thighs. I know I’m already dripping wet, my body completely slick and desperate for him.

“Look at this pretty pink pussy,” Brody grumbles, his thumb continuing the maddening friction as his fingers thrust inside me. “You’re so wet for me, Princess. So ready for me. You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Brody. Please,” I moan.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, his thumb circling my clit while his gaze holds mine. “I want you to come first. I need it. Keep your hands on the headboard and hold on.” Without waiting for an answer, he leans down and replaces his thumb with his tongue. He groans as he sucks my clit into his mouth, the vibration against my sensitive skin makes me shiver.

I so badly want to reach down and hold him to me, but it feels so good that all I can do is hang on to the headboard for dear life.

He flicks, sucks, and pushes his fingers in and out of me, finding a rhythm that’s driving me absolutely wild.

“Oh, God. Right there! Fuck that feels so good.” I can’t help but buck my hips, rubbing myself against his mouth.

“Just like that, Princess. Grind that pussy all over my face,” he says against my clit, then licks me from my opening back to my clit with a flat tongue. “You taste so fucking good, Ellis. I could do this all damn night. Might come all over your comforter, but I don’t give a shit.”

The thought of him coming on my bed turns me on even more.

He pushes two fingers inside me and rubs my clit with his thumb. “You’re so beautiful. You amaze me, Ellis. Now, come.”

His worship and praise, his complete adoration, push me over the edge.

“Brody, I’m coming!” I yell a little too loudly, thrusting my hips in time with his fingers. My muscles clench around him as my orgasm hits hard.