With Megan becoming a part of me now, and her baby on the way, it’s all I can think of. I want her happy and healthy while she gives me this gift. Part of that means making sure she doesn’t stress and worry about me while I’m at work or feel like she’s raising our children alone because of my long hours. As soon as we get home, I’ll be making a lot of drastic changes that some will likely be glad for and others may panic over.
A light moan has me closing my laptop just as Megan sits up. The sheets pool at her waist and those magnificently perky tits of hers are on display, swinging lightly as she stretches her arms above her head.
“Morning, Mag-pie.” I crawl up from the end of the bed as she smiles softly. “Don’t do that now,” I command when she attempts to obscure her breasts.
Covering her mouth, she giggles, “I have morning breath,” when I go to kiss her.
“I don’t give a fuck.” Pushing her hand away, I seal our lips together like a fuse. Driving her back onto the bed and tossing the sheet out of the way, I make room for myself between her luscious thighs.
“Oh yeah,” I groan, feeling the wetness collecting on her soft pussy for me.
“Jordan.” Her giggles turn to sighs as I kiss and suck along her neck.
Clasping our hands together, I raise them above her head while positioning my cock at her entrance. Pushing through her supple skin, I enter her tight channel, unable to hold back my growl of possession as she wraps her thighs around my hips.
Connected in the most intimate way possible, my hips start a slow motion, our passion burning in light embers as we both fight not to lose control. Moans, skin slapping skin, the waves shushing from the water lapping at the shore are the only sounds included in our own little symphony.
Every time Megan grows closer to bliss, her breath stutters and her ass wiggles, so I slow my speed, adjust my position. Her little growls of annoyance are my reward.
“Jordan, please…” She begs so beautifully.
“Please what, Mag-pie?” I love teasing her. She hates it, but in the end, I’ll make it worth the torture.
“Let me come.” Her whine is followed by a high-pitched squeal as I slam my cock into her core. “Oh, Jordan.” She sings a different tune now as she comes apart for me, her pleasure soaking our already sweaty bodies.
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p; Whimpers continue to brush past her lips as I chase my pleasure. Her body lays lax in my arms as my thrusting picks up speed. Tingling in my spine and my balls drawing up tight to my body, has me wishing that I would last longer. That she wasn’t so tempting to watch fly apart.
I want to rule her pleasure for hours, hear her screams long into the night as she scratches and claws at my back. I want her to beg me to stop because the carnality is too much for her to take.
Fuck.
Just the image of her begging has me coming again.
“Megan.” I grunt into her like an animal.
She holds me like she never wants to let me go.
Megan
I can’t believe I let him take me so soon.
My mind is screaming that I’m a lunatic while my heart sings with praise. Jordan is…magnificent. He’s caring, kind, compassionate. Overbearing, egotistical, sometimes rude.
“Tell me something,” Jordan says from beside me.
“Hmm.” I can barely be bothered to open my eyes. His fingers drawing circles on my back relaxes me.
“When you heard my name”—that grabs my attention—“you looked like you were being forced to suck on a lemon. Why?”
Sitting up, I draw the sheet around my chest, not wanting to admit what I was about to. Playing with the material, I finally say, “You were in the newspaper, years ago. I don’t even know why your name stuck with me. It was a stupid tabloid.”
“What’d it say?”
“It was an accusation about abusing a girlfriend.” I can’t bring myself to look at him. With the way he behaves towards me, I have no doubt it was just that, an accusation. I feel stupid for even thinking about it at all.
“Megan, look at me.” He lifts my chin up with a finger. “Her name was Sara Ward. We dated three times. Never slept together, and when I broke up with her, she made up the bullshit story to get some attention and money.”