Rugged Daddy

“About what?” he asked as he slid my shirt up.

I watched his lips fall to my stomach and heat coursed through my veins. My hand ran through his hair as my head fell back, his lips peppering my skin. His fingers traced the waistband of my jeans as my legs began to shake, and the second his tongue dipped into my belly button, I jumped.

“Just thinking about our child,” I said breathlessly.

“Mmmm, what about it?”

I felt him tug at my pants, slowly inching them off my body.

“About how tiny it is right now. About how—?

??

His mouth hovered over my clothed pussy and I moaned.

“Ssshhh,” he said. “You don’t want to startle Rebecca.”

I whimpered as he pulled my jeans down the rest of the way.

“How have you been feeling lately?” he asked.

I looked down at him as he slid my panties away from my body. “Tired.”

“What else?”

His tongue danced along the outer layers of my pussy folds, and my legs jumped.

“A little nauseous. But, um, nothing I can’t … can’t hand—”

His tongue dipped into my body, and it robbed me of words. My head fell back to the couch, and my hips rolled into his lips. I grabbed handfuls his hair, bit down on my lower lip, and tried my best to keep my sounds at bay as his hands smoothed up my legs.

“How are you feeling now?” He chuckled against my skin, and it rattled my rib cage.

“Andrew,” I whispered.

“Tell me how you’re feeling now, beautiful.” He lapped firmly at my clit, and my back arched off the couch.

“Good. Good. I’m … feeling good.”

“How good?”

I moaned with desire as his tongue began flicking my clit. He tossed my legs over his shoulders and pressed his face into me. I couldn't contain myself. I couldn’t keep myself still. His hands dug into my hips as I bucked against his face, feeling his tongue lap at every part of me. My clit pulsed. My pussy dripped. Electricity shot through my veins. My heart fluttered in my chest and blood thundered in my ears.

I felt alive, beautiful, cherished for the first time in my life.

“Andrew. Andrew. Don’t stop.”

He hummed his approval into my pussy, and my legs jumped. I propped my heels onto his shoulders, splaying my legs as far as I could. He pressed his hands against my thighs, pinning me down as his tongue worked its magic. Back and forth. Side to side. Licking from my asshole to my clit. My jaw unhinged, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My toes curled, and my thighs began to shiver. I gasped for air, ached for more of him as my pussy unraveled. My abs contracted, and my body shook. My nails raked against his scalp as he pressed his thick tongue deep into my clit.

“Yes,” I managed to choke out.

Then, I collapsed once the weight of my orgasm released my helpless body.

Andrew pulled back and licked his lips, humming at my taste. I felt weightless, even though I sank deeper into the couch. Sounds were dulled and colors exploded. Silver streaks tore across my vision as I felt a pair of arms peel me away from the soft material. I clung to him, my limbs quaking as he carried me down the hallway.

It wasn’t until my back hit something soft that I understood he’d taken me to his bedroom. He was going to fuck me in his own bed.

“I told you I would repay you,” he said as he began removing his clothes.