The Roommate's Baby

I groan and arch against him. He just keeps going, spearing his tongue deeper and deeper, until he curls it to circle along each of my inner walls in turn. Finally, he flattens out his tongue and starts to thrust in and out of me, all the while cupping my ass with his hands to hold my pussy against his face.

The view, I have to say, makes this even sexier, as I watch him eagerly, hungrily eat me out. I reach down to run my hands through his hair, gripping tighter every time he glides that tongue over a particularly sensitive spot. But whenever I start to buck, rising toward a peak, he slows down, grinning, and those dark eyes of his where they catch mine say not yet.

He takes his time. Enjoys taunting and teasing me, working me up to a frenzy and then slowing down to leave me aching with desire.

Finally, I can't take it anymore. "Cannon, I need to come."

He chuckles faintly against my pussy, and the vibration makes me twist against him again, gasping. "Ask nicely," he says, before returning to licking my pussy in slow strokes.

"Please," I gasp. "Please, make me come."

"Beg me," he whispers, and his hot breath on my soaked pussy makes me even hotter, more desperate to get what I want.

"Please, Cannon. I need to come." My breath comes faster, as he starts to lick me a little faster, a little harder. But the moment I stop speaking, he stops again, and I groan through my gritted teeth in sheer frustration. "Please. Cannon. Make. Me. Fucking. Come."

He smirks, and starts to lick again, faster this time, his tongue pressing harder against my clit every time he slides it out of me.

"I love the way your tongue feels," I gasp, knowing that I need to keep talking to make him finish me. "I love feeling you eating me out, watching your face as you go down me..."

He flicks his tongue harder, faster. It gets harder to talk, as my breath starts to come in gasps.

"I... fuck... I can't... even think... when you... do that," I finish with a sigh as he finally flattens his tongue into a blade and starts to lick my clit directly, over and over, hard and fast.

"Fuck," I pant, rising quickly toward the climax. "God, right there, Cannon..." My voice rises to a shout as I finish, and the orgasm hits me with the force of a tsunami. It washes through my body, through every single nerve ending, and I feel like I'm on fire. My vision flicks in and out for a moment, and my head falls back against the couch, my body shaking, my pussy twitching and convulsing as Cannon draws back to watch me.

When I open my eyes again, I find him gazing down at me with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "I fucking love making you do that," he murmurs. He slides my legs off his shoulders and lies down alongside me, grinning. "I love knowing the effect I have on you."

"What, driving me crazy?" I lift my eyebrows, grin, and lean in to kiss him. I savor the taste of myself on his mouth. It gives me an idea. "Something like this?" I ask, levering myself up onto one elbow. Then, without waiting for a response, I begin to kiss my way down his chest. Over his pecs, his abs, toward the perfect V-cut of his groin.

"Hmm. Maybe something like that," he murmurs in the back of his throat, and the sound makes me grin wickedly up at him, even as I push up to my feet. I extend a hand, and he accepts it, and I drag him up off the couch.

"Stand against the door," I say, and grab a pillow from the couch at the same time.

"You'll have to ask nicely," he replies, one eyebrow lifted as he watches me saunter over to grab the pillow and walk back. "Otherwise I'm liable to get ideas of my own. Ideas like grabbing you and dragging you into that bedroom right now..."

I tsk, shaking my head, and plant a finger over his lips to quiet him. "My turn first. Don't get greedy."

His eyes flash, and for a moment I think he's going to ignore me and drag me into the bedroom anyway. But finally, he shakes his head with a sigh and leans back against the door, doing what I asked. "What am I going to do with you, Rina? So naughty."

"I'm sure you'll think of something..." I comment as I position the pillow in front of him, then drop to my knees.

I do the same thing he did to me. I take my time, licking and biting at his inner thighs before I even reach up to pull his cock out of his boxers.

When he springs free, I sigh all over again in appreciation. He truly has a perfect dick. I trace it with both hands, lightly, barely even grazing him with my fingertips as I take my time, sliding my head between his legs to lick and suck at his balls. I suck one into my mouth at a time, rolling it along my tongue, then slide over to the next to repeat the motion.

"Fuck, Rina," he murmurs. "You have such a talented dirty mouth..."

All the while, I keep stroking him, tightening my grip with each stroke, until I'm finally actually gripping his cock between my hands.

"That's right. Take my cock into your mouth, Rina," he groans.

I press my lips to his spongy tip, feeling and tasting the drops of precum that have already gathered there, savoring this hint of his flavor. I slowly let him pierce my mouth, pushing him deeper inch by inch. I feel his hands slide into my hair and tighten, and I grin around him as I keep going. By now, I've learned that I can take him all the way into my throat—a feat that I have to admit I'm proud of. I never knew I could do that before.

There are a lot of things I never knew I could do before I met Cannon.

"Fuck yes," he moans.

When the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, I suck in a deep breath and relax my jaw, continue pressing forward until I feel him slide past my resistance. I groan a little as he slides into my throat, and he does, his groan deep and guttural, makes my belly tighten with want. Because I want to hear him groan like that again. I want to make him lose control the same way I did.

I pull back, and start to rock back and forth in front of him, on my knees, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. All the while, I work his balls with my hands, tugging them gently away from his body until he moans again.

"Keep up this teasing," he murmurs, his voice half-joking, half-serious, "And I won't be to blame for what I do to you afterward..."

I grin up at him, my mouth curling around his cock. I hope he can read what the expression in my eyes says right now. I hope that's a promise.

He grins down at me, and tightens his fists in my hair, starting to move my head back and forth according to his pace, beginning to resume control.

I let him, rocking back and forth in front of him, breathing in his scent and swirling my tongue along the underside of his cock with every stroke. But then his hands still, and he tries to stop me. I mewl in protest and tighten my lips around him, trying to keep moving.

"Do that," he says through gritted teeth, "and I won't be able to try to put a baby in you tonight."

I pause, halfway through sliding his cock back between my lips again. I glance up at him, eyebrows rising.

"You still want a baby, don't you? And we still don't know if you're pregnant, but you're ovulating now, so..." He lifts an eyebrow.

I can't help it. Much as I want to continue tormenting him right now, I see his point. I release his cock, pull back to laugh faintly. "I didn't know you still wanted to..."

"To try? Rina." He reaches down to cup my chin in one hand. Using that, he gently draws me back to my feet until I'm standing in front of him, his thick, erect cock between us. When he pulls me in to kiss him, his cock presses against my stomach, still wet from my mouth. "I told you," he says when we break apart again, just a breath apart, "I want all of this. I want you, I want you to achieve what you want, and... I want this baby too. I want to make a baby." He rests a hand on my stomach. "With you."

I swallow hard. Part of me is still convinced this must be some kind of fever dream. Tomorrow I'll wake up and everything will be back to normal. But if it's not, if this really is happening... Then hell. I'm going to make the most of it.

I curl my fingers through his where they rest on my stomach. "Okay," I murmur. "If you're sure you still want this, Cannon, then do it." I lift my chin and grin up at him.

"Put a baby in me."

16

Cannon

I cradle Rina in my arms, still not quite able to process how the last night has changed my life. The last few weeks, really. Ever since the moment Rina came home from that clinic crying hysterically and I asked her what on earth was wrong.

I owe that crazy dude who showed up at the fertility clinic, honestly. Who knows? Without him, maybe I never would have even known what Rina was doing. She would have just moved out as soon as some stranger impregnated her, and I never would have known that she was it.

She was the answer for me. She's the one girl who's able to make me feel for her. She's the solution to a problem I didn't even know I had.

Now, Rina shifts against me, but I tighten my grip. "Don't move," I murmur. "Not yet."

I'm still deep inside her, where I finished while I gripped her hips and directed her atop me, loving the sight of her riding me as I controlled her movements, pinned her right where I wanted to finish inside her.