He bent so he could kiss my neck. Trailing his lips up to my mouth, he said, “I’m mastering the art of fucking you fast. I figure we’re gonna have to get good at it once we’ve got these three kids.”
As he spoke, he flicked the button on my shorts open and pulled the zip down. Before I could catch up to what he was doing, he had my shorts and T-shirt off. He’d slid the cups of my bra to the side and had one of my boobs in his mouth.
“Fuck,” he growled, barely lifting his mouth from my breast. “Have I mentioned how fuckin’ much I love you being pregnant?”
I threaded my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck as I arched my back. “Only every day.” I had to admit, there definitely were some good things about being pregnant. Kick’s attention was one of them. He could hardly keep his hands off me.
He sucked my nipple while holding my breasts with both hands. He then alternated between the two of them, seemingly unable to get enough of me. “Evie, hands on my dick, baby,” he rasped after lifting his mouth from one of my boobs.
“So damn bossy,” I muttered as I unthreaded my fingers from his hair.
“You want rum balls made and the house ready for everyone, I’m gonna need to get inside you fast.” He drew his mouth away from my breast so he could glance up at me. “I’m good with dragging this out, though. Your choice.”
“Smart ass.” I quickly undid his pants and reached inside to wrap my hand around his cock, eliciting a groan from him. I stroked him a few times, until he moved to crouch in front of me.
“Jesus, woman, I’m not sure how I ever lived without you,” he said as he kissed a line down from my breasts to my stomach. His movements slowed as he reached my belly. “Hello, baby girl,” he murmured as he took hold of me and kissed all over my stomach. “Your mother’s shitty with me today, so do your dad a favour and don’t give her any hell, okay? I wanna be in her good books for at least a day.”
I stared down at him, my heart swelling with love. Kick could switch from sex fiend to daddy with the flip of a switch, and it never failed to cause me butterflies. I loved the way he already doted on our daughter.
“You should stop talking and start working that tongue of yours,” I said.
His head snapped up and he met my gaze. The heat in his gaze almost made my legs buckle. Oh, God.
Moving swiftly, he stood and turned me to face the washing machine, placing my hands on it as the front of his body molded to the back of mine. His hand wrapped around my throat and he angled my head back, pressing his face to mine. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you tonight, Evie?” His voice was a low growl, hitting me in all the right places.
A little breathless, I said, “No.”
He dipped his face so he could kiss my neck and lightly bite it. “I’m going to tie you to our bed, blindfold you and work my fuckin’ tongue in ways yo
u can only imagine. I’m gonna work it so fuckin’ good and for so fuckin’ long that you’ll be begging me to hurry up and use my dick instead.”
Every inch of my skin came alive with need, and my breathing slowed as my mind exploded with images of him doing what he’d just promised.
His grip around my throat tightened. “But I’m not gonna get my dick out for a long time. I’m gonna drag you to that fuckin’ edge over and over, until you think you can’t take it anymore. And just when you start to lose your fuckin’ mind to the bliss—like I do every damn day just being around you—that’s when I’ll slam my dick inside you and make you scream like you’ve never screamed.”
I moaned. I wasn’t sure what was coming out of my mouth, but something was. His words had jumbled my thoughts completely, and I was barely standing on my own.
Kick reached his hand down into my panties and ran his fingers through my pussy. “Every fuckin’ time,” he said as he discovered how wet I was for him.
He slid my panties down and took hold of my hips. Positioning me how he wanted me, he then pressed his cock against my pussy. I bent a little more than I already had and waited for him to fill me.
He entered me with one hard thrust, and I cried out my pleasure.
Oh God, yes.
Keeping a firm grip on my hips, he then showed me how well he was perfecting the art of fucking me fast. He thrust in and out, driving his cock deep inside me. The angle was divine and it didn’t take me long to come. After he orgasmed, he bent so he could growl in my ear, “I’m fuckin’ addicted to this sweet pussy of yours, Mrs Hanson.”
I tilted my face to catch his lips in a kiss. He practically devoured me, and when he finally let my lips go, I said, “I’m fucking addicted to you, Mr Hanson.”
He pulled out and turned me to face him. After reaching for my clothes that were on the floor, he said, “Even when you’re pissed as fuck at me?”
I fought the smile dancing across my face. “Yes, even then.”
He passed me my clothes. “Thank Christ.”
I was about to force my way out of the laundry so I could hurry to clean up and get dressed before getting back to my lunch preparations, but something in his tone stopped me. “Kick, I love you. I know I’ve been the world’s worst bitch during this pregnancy, and I’m sorry, but I’ll never stop loving you.”
He smoothed my hair away from my face, and his tenderness caused another rush of butterflies in my tummy. “You could be a bitch to me forever, and I wouldn’t give a shit so long as you were still by my side.”