Don't Promise (Don't 3)

My eyes flashed open. “Tell you what?” I smiled. I saw the look in his eyes. I knew what he wanted to hear. I wanted to drag it out a little longer.

“What do you want right now?” His lips burned into mine and I gasped when I felt his fingers between my legs, spreading me wider. I whimpered as he slowed the pace, leaving me empty and desperate for more.

“I want you, Cole. I’ve always wanted you.” My hands slid along his sides, taking in the ridges of his muscles.

He chuckled. “Tell me, pretty girl. Right now, what do you want?”

I knew exactly what I wanted. I knew how I wanted to feel with him. I knew how my body craved him like oxygen. I knew how we could be connected emotionally and physically like no other way, as if we were actually melting our bodies together. That was what I wanted.

“I’ll show you what I want,” I purred.

I turned away from him then pressed my back into his chest, my head rocking back on his shoulder. His hands wrapped around my hips and slid between my legs, urging my knees to spread. My breath quickened as the need coiling in my core started to tighten. I rocked into his hands, sending his fingers deeper, until I was almost in a white oblivion.

“Feel good?” He moaned, pressing into my thighs. His fingers plunged inside my aching wet pussy. “Tell me, baby. You want me like this?”

“No.” I shook my head against his shoulder, barely able to form the words. “Like this.”

My hands walked forward on the floor and I lowered myself under the tree, my hips lifted, creating space under my stomach.

“Like this, Cole. Fuck me like this.” I sighed as his chest pressed against my back, leaning over me.

His teeth gnashed as his hand smacked against my ass.

“Oomph,” I yelped, but started grinding my hips upward. I was dripping wet for him.

I heard him groan and I knew he was as turned on as I was. I was afraid the second he touched me I would burst into flames. I had never wanted him or loved him so much. His kisses started at my neck and moved along my ear. His fingers danced over my arms until our hands were interlocked, the diamond peeking through our hands.

My hips danced under his, grinding against him, rising higher each time our skin blazed with contact. His cock was like a shaft of steel. I whimpered, wanting it inside me.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “I need you.”

His teeth sank into my shoulder as the wide head of his erection pierced my pussy with fire.

“I want to fuck you the rest of the night, baby.” Cole spoke the words and I shifted upward meeting his deep thrust. He bit into my neck before thrusting again.

“I love fucking you, Kaitlyn,” he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t stop.” I panted. “Don’t. Ever. Stop.” I jutted back, taking his cock deeper.

He slid a hand between my legs, flicking over my clit. I tried to shake him off. He knew I couldn’t resist coming like this.

“Come hard on my dick, baby.”

I shook my head. “Not yet,” I pleaded.

“You’ll come hard,” he growled.

“Oh holy shit,” I whimpered as my body started to shake and vibrate with the first orgasm. I knew he had more planned. He always did.

He pushed inside me, searing my inner walls with his strength as I convulsed around him. I slammed my palms on the floor. It was one shockwave after another. I hadn’t accepted this part of pregnancy sex yet. Just when I thought an orgasm was over—it wasn’t. There was another tidal wave hiding under the surface.

“So fucking sexy,” he growled, flipping me on my back.

He lifted my ankles to his shoulders. I cried out when he spread my folds with his fingers and sliced into me with his throbbing cock.

“You look gorgeous, baby.” He bit his bottom lip. My hands moved to my breasts. He began to rock into me with more force. I pinched my nipples, whimpering at the elect

ric current running to my pussy.