Don't Lie (Don't 2)

“We can be late.” I shoved the shirt off her arms, and she gasped.

“But-but I’m a bridesmaid.” Her eyes closed as I removed her bra.

“We’re done talking,” I growled. “Christen this damn couch, baby.”

She nodded. “Christening.”

Kaitlyn stripped the T-shirt over my head, and rushed to find th belt buckle and the zipper on my jeans. I kicked them to the center of the floor. We were getting ready to fuck all over this gorgeous new couch.

My hands slid along the curves of her hips. My fingers digging into the flesh on the tops of her thighs. I spun her so her back was to the couch. She laid down, keeping her eyes on me.

My cock instantly ached to be inside her. Was it possible I wanted her more now that she was pregnant? Her body called to me. I needed to feel the softness of her thighs and the mounds of her tits.

I crawled on top of her, raking her in.

“Are you ok?” She looked worried.

“What?”

“Your leg,” she whispered.

I laughed. “Baby, there’s nothing more ok than this,” I growled in her ear, nipping along her jawline.

Her back arched off the couch as I strummed between her legs, circled her stomach and back to the sweet spot again. I pushed a finger inside her, groaning at the wetness in her pussy. So tight. So perfect. So fucking mine.

My tongue lashed against her nipples until they formed hard points inside my mouth.

“You are sexy and beautiful.” I pushed another finger inside her and she sighed. “So gorgeous with my baby inside you.”

“Cole, I-I…”

I positioned myself between her legs and slowly rocked my hips until our rhythms matched and I pushed deep inside her pussy, burying my cock. Kaitlyn grabbed my neck, kissing me with tiny whimpers. With each kiss, our tongues blazed with fire and our hips quickened until it felt like I completely possessed her and she completely possessed me.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight.” I moved inside her. “I love fucking you,” I growled.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “I’m going to come.”

I grinned. I liked how her body responded pregnant. She was always like a live wire, ready to snap or come all over my cock.

“You like being fucked dirtier than this, though, don’t you?”

Her eyes lit. “Yes,” she whispered.

I put one foot on the floor and she sat forward. “We’ve got to do a better job with this couch.”

I planted one of her palms at the back of the couch and then the other. Her ass jutted into the air. I wanted to take it so badly, but I didn’t know about the rules of anal and pregnancy. Her pussy was tight and hot right now.

I pressed my thick head to her center as she scooted back on my cock and I sank inside her. She cried out as I slammed into her.

“Too much?” I groaned. It felt fucking amazing, but I wanted everything about sex to feel good.

“No, do it again.”

I bit my lip. She was unbelievable. Hungry for more. Needy for my cock.

I slammed into her again. Her tits hit the back of the couch. Perfection. Fucking perfection.

I reached forward, tugging her clit between my fingers.