Don't Promise (Don't 3)

Cole wrapped an arm around me. “There are lots of way you could tell your parents we’re having a baby.”

He lifted the corner of the towel, pulling it away from my chest. He growled at the sight of my

heaving breasts.

I shook my head. “No. I want it to be perfect. I have the boxes. The ribbons. I just left the damn pictures.”

He kissed my neck and along my throat. “Grayson’s playing next door. The deadbolt is locked.” He pushed me back on the bed, taking the phone from my hand.

“Hey, I think I found a place. I need that.”

“Good.” He crushed my mouth with his. “Then you can call them after I’m finished with you because I need you.”

I smiled at him. “I have a lot to do today. It’s Christmas Eve. Busy day. So busy…” my words trailed off as a fire stared in my veins.

He ran a hand between my legs, until his fingers began to massage between my slick folds. He separated them, sliding a finger inside me.

“Ohh,” I mewed.

“Feel good?” he groaned.

I nodded, wanting more, needing more. My body was alive and alert for him. I looked down at my nipples. They were pointed straight at him. I knew Cole loved my pregnant body, but I had grown to love it too. I felt strong and powerful, growing his baby. And there was something sweet and seductive about how my curves called to him.

He kissed my navel. Then his tongue traveled to my breast, sucking my tits in his mouth, first one and then the other. He crawled on the bed, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them to the floor.

My skin was damp from the shower, but I was already warm under him. He stroked my body until I was quivering for his cock. My pussy ached.

“Please,” I started to beg.

“Please, what?” he taunted.

“Fuck me, Cole,” I whispered. “Hard.”

He dragged my ass to the edge of the bed. His massive body hovered over me. God, how I loved his shoulders and the cut of his abs. I loved every inch of him. His smoldering eyes and his solid biceps. The square cut of his jaw. One look at him and something in my heart melted. I was meant for this man. I always had been.

He growled as his erection found my entrance and I groaned as he pushed inside me, his cock filling me and stretching me until I was writhing beneath him. He pinned my wrists to the bed, kissing my neck and throat.

His cock seared inside me again and I moaned out his name.

“Is that how you like to be fucked?” he growled.

I shook my head. “No. I like it harder.”

His eyes darkened. “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”

I shivered. He didn’t either. He slid out and pushed my knees wide, watching my pussy with the kind of hunger that drove me wild. He thrust inside me slowly, but at a new angle that scorched my skin.

“Ohh, Cole.”

He grinned wickedly. If he knew I liked something, he’d do it over and over. And this morning was no different. His body consumed mine one thrust after another until my orgasm exploded around him.

He followed seconds later, shooting his come inside me with a low groan.

He lowered to the bed beside me, kissing my shoulder. He handed my phone to me.

“You need this?”

I laughed. “Thanks.”