Texas Big Man

I can’t answer, because when he says “this,” his finger brushes my clit and I practically fall to the floor. I think I’m making sounds that resemble “I promise”

He catches my look, and a slow smile blooms on his face. “Do I need to carry you up the stairs and ravish you?”

My mouth goes dry. “Yes, please.”

Harlan scoops me up into his arms effortlessly and carries me up the staircase toward our bedroom. Pregnancy has made changes to my sex drive, and when I want it, I want it now.

He lays me on the bed, helping me out of my robe. I can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s about to devour me. I watch his eyes go dark with lust, and he strips with ruthless efficiency.

“So I upheld my end of the bargain. I haven’t come in days. Can you say the same, Harlan?” When I reach out and touch his cock, brushing my finger around the crown, I get my answer. He hisses in a breath and jumps. “Oh, you are ever a man of your word, aren’t you? A little sensitive, huh Harlan?”

He chuckles and lays down beside me. As much as I want him inside me, the devil on my shoulder is tempting me to tease him, torture him. So with a featherlight tough, I run my hand up his cock, and then tickle his stomach a bit before dragging my hand back down. His thigh muscles are taut with tension, and his lips are parted, yet he seems to be holding his breath.

“It was hard, Harlan,” I whisper in his ear, continuing to stroke him ever so slowly, “lying in this bed at night, thinking about you, about your cock. Once in a while I’d reach down, and I couldn’t believe how wet I was.”

When I reach the top of his cock again, precum is oozing from the tip, and my hand is slick as I drag it back down to his balls. I grab at his balls firmly. They’re so full and warm, and Harlan’s hips jump.

“Sometimes I’d just play with my nipples,” I tease. Now I’m straddling his waist, tweaking my nipples. His hard cock is resting at my slit, and I know he can feel how wet I am for him. I slide back and forth, coating him a bit with my juices, and he makes a desperate attempt to angle into me, to penetrate me.

“But I waited for you, baby,” I coo. “I waited for this moment. And now I want to hear you beg, Harlan. I want you to beg me to put your cock inside me.”

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him this turned on. So tortured in his want and need.

“I need you,” he says, with a rasp in his voice. “I’m fucking begging you, Mel. I need to feel your pussy.”

That’s all I wanted to hear. So I slide back, and when I slide forward again, I make sure his cock is perfectly lined up with my entrance, and he fills me in one single thrust.

His hands fly to my hips and his fingers dig into my skin. There will be bruises tomorrow but I don’t care. The look on his face, the grunts and moans, it’s all worth it. Harlan fucks up into me wildly. Repeating my name, again and again. “Oh Mel. Oh Mel. Fuck, you feel so good.”

I don’t think there will ever be a time when I get tired of looking at his body. Sculpted and tan from hours of working in the sun. Hard muscles that line his arms and stomach, and the V that points directly to his cock.

Just as I think he’s getting close, he flips me off of him and stretches out next to me, pulling me against him—the most comfortable position for my growing stomach, and plunges into me again.

Harlan pulls my leg back across his, stretching me open so that he can take me. And he does take me. He knows exactly what I need, and right now it’s raw, harsh, unfiltered pleasure. My breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts, my eyes nearly rolling back. He fills me so deeply like this I can barely breathe.

His mouth is at my ear, one arm strapped across my chest to keep me still. “You like it when I fuck you like this,” he says. “Don’t you?”

It’s not a question, and there’s only one answer. “Yes.”

“You’re mine,” he growls. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp out. He knows the words turn me on. Reminding me that he’s the only one who can do this to me. The one who put his baby in me. The one who’s licked every inch of my body.

He reaches down between us and finds my clit, so sensitive from all these days waiting for him. It’s like a trip wire. One touch and I’m gone. Sparkling stars splash across my vision as I come, the orgasm harsh and fast, making me cry out before letting me go. “Fuck,” I manage, but that’s it. “Fuck.”