Baby Blues - A Vegas Baby Novella

I waved my hand in his face and huffed, “Because the giant ring on my finger isn’t enough?”

He pulled me into the circle of his arms, cuddling me as much as he could with my eight-month pregnant belly between us. “Nope.” He popped the p and grinned before lowering his head to kiss me, making my toes curl and panties wet. Damn, my husband was freaking sexy, and it didn’t help that my pregnancy hormones had my libido locked on high.

His hands came to rest on my belly for a moment before gliding around to cup my ass. I was about to beg him to make love to me when his phone rang, playing the tone that was specifically for the security team, and blew away the fog of lust surrounding us.

He grunted with annoyance and pulled his cell from his pocket. He stabbed the screen and lifted it to his ear with one hand, while the other spun me around and hauled me up against him. “The building better fucking be on fire,” he growled. I could barely hear the low tones of the person on the other end, mostly because Knox’s hand had slid down and under the hem of my dress before moving back up to cup my pussy. I moaned, and he must have held the phone to his shoulder because his other hand suddenly covered my mouth.

“Are you fucking serious? It’s going to have to wait,” he snarled as one finger dipped under the drenched fabric of my panties. His hand stifled my moan, and the yelp that escaped when he ripped my underwear and threw them to the floor. A growl rumbled in his chest before he answered whoever was on the phone. “I’ll be there in fifteen. My wife and I have some business to conclude first.”

He’d pushed two fingers inside my channel and was using his thumb to circle my clit, making my blood boil and need consume me. Still, at his words, I felt my cheeks heat. It wasn’t like anyone was fooled. They knew exactly what he meant by business. Especially since Knox couldn’t ever keep his hands to himself when I was around. Not that I was complaining about that.

Knox uncovered my mouth and tossed his phone onto the vanity. Then he backed up until he dropped down onto the couch and settled me on his lap, straddling him with my back to his chest. His free hand went straight between my legs and held my pussy lips open while his other fingers continued to work me up, pushing me closer to an orgasm.

He nipped my earlobe and whispered, “Look at you, baby. It’s so fucking hot to watch my fingers fucking your pretty pussy. You’re so wet and pink, so damn hot.”

I hadn’t realized my head had fallen back and I’d closed my eyes. I dragged them open and stared into the mirror across from us. Holy cow. What I saw made my nipples tingle, more juices flooded my pussy, and I flew to the precipice and teetered at the edge.

“See how gorgeous you are?” he growled. “You make me hard as fuck, baby.” He punctuated the statement by bucking his hips, pushing his giant hard on against my ass. I moaned, and he took a deep, ragged breath. One of his hands traveled up until it was cupping my breast, and he tweaked the nipple, making me cry out and lift my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. He pressed my sensitive bud, and I screamed as I took a swan dive over the cliff. “Shit,” he mumbled. I vaguely heard the sound of a zipper before I felt my hips being guided up, then back down as I was impaled with my husband’s steel cock.

“Fuck, yes!” Knox shouted. His hands held me tight, so that I didn’t move much while he did all the work, pounding into my pussy and driving me up once again. “Keep watching, baby,” he commanded in a hard tone. My gaze met his for a moment, and I almost smiled in satisfaction at the wildness in his blue eyes. I loved that I drove him to lose control. His hands suddenly flattened against my inner thighs and pulled my legs as wide as they could comfortably go and following suit with his own so I was completely open. Both of our gazes fell to my center in the mirror, and my breath caught in my throat as I watched his big dick penetrate me over and over.

The view was incredibly erotic, and it wasn’t long before I came again, arching my back and calling out his name. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so damn tight,” he rasped before yanking me down one last time and sinking his teeth into my neck as he exploded inside me. I was going to have yet another mark for all to see, which would only make Knox puff up like a freaking rooster. But at that moment, I didn’t care. I felt like I was high, my body limp and my mind floating in the clouds. I sighed as I collapsed back against my husband’s chest and snuggled deeper when his arms folded around me. “I love you, baby,” he murmured.