Protecting Melissa (Holiday Cove 4)

I teased him with the tip of my finger and smiled darkly at the way his expression shifted. He reached for my face and tangled his fingers in my hair. I lowered my mouth over him, starting with a lingering kiss to the tip, and then spread my wet lips over him, rolling down slowly—agonizingly slowly—as Chase groaned with every inch until I had him fully in my mouth. My tongue flicked against the base and I sucked in my cheeks as I pulled back up just as slow.

“Damn, Melissa,” Chase said, his jaw tight. “Go slow, baby.”

I swirled around the tip until he was begging me to keep going and then worked back down. When my fingers slipped up between his strong thighs and teased his balls, he jolted and as I stroked him, he moaned again just as I sucked him back into my mouth.

Chase dug his other hand into my hair and directed my pace and speed as I sucked his cock. He thickened inside my mouth and I smiled to myself, knowing he was close. “That’s right, baby. Just…like…that.” I arched my back and stuck my ass up into the air to give him a better view.

Before I could finish sucking him off, he stopped me with a tug on my hair. “Baby, look at me. Let me see your eyes.”

I paused and looked up at him, pulling my mouth away from him. “Don’t you want me to keep going?”

Chase shook his head. “I want to come inside you, baby. I want to feel that tight little cunt wrapped around my dick. Come here.”

“Oh, you’re nasty.”

I crawled back up his body and straddled his hips. I glanced down at my stomach and was thankful I wasn’t showing yet. Chase’s eyes went to my breasts and I stuck out my chest to give him better access. He grinned, reached both hands up and palmed my boobs. “Yeah, well, you’re so fucking sexy, Melissa. I can’t help it.”

I grabbed his cock and slid it across my wet pussy lips, not that it needed any more lubrication...his cock was just as slick.

We both hissed out a moan as I lowered myself onto him. I slipped over him easily and shuddered when he filled me up. The head of his cock moved ever so slightly across my sweet spot. I ground down on him hard, I needed more! More of his perfect cock pounding deep inside me. It was so good—too good.

Being pregnant apparently amplified everything inside. My G-spot was tender and full of nerves. My clit throbbed against the base of his dick and I rolled my hips—hard—letting Chase’s strong hands guide me up and down and forward and back as we got into a wild animalistic rhythm.

Damn! He was good!

When he pinched my nipples in between his thumb and fingers, I lost it. The subtle pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure took me over the edge within seconds. I dropped my head back and moaned. Loud. My whole body shook as I came over and over again. The whole world went dark and all I wanted was him. Deeper, faster harder. “Fuck… Chase! Oh my God! Yes!” My orgasm ripped through me and I fell forward, panting and bucking—I needed more!

Chase grabbed my hips hard and slammed into me, crying out in a guttural moan. I arched back further as he shuddered. All I could think about was him coming inside me. I wanted it all. All his come, all his cock, all his heart! Every nerve was sizzling with heat and relief until I melted down against Chase, my thighs still clinging to his hips.

“Oh my gosh, that was intense,” I panted, as I laid my head against Chase’s chest. He was coated with a thin sheen of sweat and breathing just as hard. His hand went to the back of my head and he tangled his fingers in my hair.

“Damn! Woman!”

“Twice in one night. Not bad, Mr. Hart,” I teased.

He chuckled and stroked my hair, running the strands through his fingers and then dropping them before gathering a new section. It was like a scalp massage and I relaxed every muscle. “I’d do this all night if we could…”

I looked up at him and smiled. “Maybe someday.” My mind went back to wondering whether it was the right time to tell him about the baby but I couldn’t get the words out. I didn’t know how to start the conversation and my brain was fuzzy with exhaustion from days of sporadic sleep.

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut.

I rested my head back down and closed my eyes. Just for a second…

34

Melissa

“Mama! Mom! Where are you?”

I jerked awake at the sound of my son’s frantic screams and bolted upright in bed. “Jackson!”

Oh shit! It took a second for me to realize that there was a solid form beside me. One that had about a hundred and fifty pounds on my five-year-old. I remembered the night before and kicked myself for thinking I could just relax for a minute and then go to my own bed. The sun streaming through the thin curtain told me just how stupid that plan had been.