My back arched off the bed and my heels dug into his back. I felt his muscles twitching as his lips wrapped around my clit. His hands massaged my body, grasping onto anything he could touch as he pulled me closer. He buried his face in me, moaning and slurping as he drank me down.
“Holy shit. Finally. Oh, Preston. Yes. Don’t. Don’t leave me. Stay there. Stay there. Stay there.”
My body shook for him as my eyes screwed shut. Stars burst in my vision as my pleasure rendered me silent. I dropped to the bed as my juices dripped down my ass crack, his body crawling up mine. His lips left a wet trail behind them before I felt him hovering over me, and I felt his thumb wipe at the tear trails running down my face.
I opened my eyes and found him staring at me, his sparkling eyes full of passion and understanding.
“I’m going nowhere, Delilah. You’re carrying my child. And even though our family isn’t normal, you and these children will always be my priority.”
His words punched me in my gut. I whimpered into the room as my body shook underneath him. He dipped his lips to mine, allowing me to taste myself on him before he slid off to the side. His lips attached to my neck as I opened my body for him, feeling his cock pressing against my ass crack. My hands reached back to thread through his hair as he grabbed his girth, sliding it between my legs as I parted my thighs for him.
He slid in effortlessly, my pussy clamping tightly around him as I groaned.
“Holy shit, Delilah,” Preston said. “So tight for me.”
He sank to his hilt as my leg wrapped back around his body. His hand reached around my waist, cupping my breast as he moved. He slicked his dick with my arousal as I tugged on his hair, wanting his lips back on my neck.
He grinned as he lowered his lips to me, kissing every inch of my skin he could touch.
He sheathed himself within me, moving at a snail’s pace. He filled me to the brim, jolting my legs every time he passed by that sweet little spot. I pressed my hips back into him, wanting more of him as his hands languidly traveled up and down my body. He pulled goosebumps onto my skin, the air swirling around our heads tainted with the smell of our sex.
I was overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.
Slowly, he began to pick up his pace. His cock throbbed against my fluttering walls as his hand pinched my nipple. He tugged on it while his lips nibbled my skin, his name dripping breathlessly from my lips. I met him thrust for thrust, my ass jiggling against him as he slammed into me. The pace became relentless, his chiseled body pulling me closer and closer. I could feel every muscle in his torso working for me. I could feel his chest panting and his abs contracting and his rippling thighs flexing with their movements.
I tilted my head back and captured his lips, swallowing his groans as his cock pulsed inside of me.
He sheathed himself into me one last time as we fell over the edge. Our bodies shook as his hips stilled, his cock pressed as deep as he could get. Our kisses got sloppy and our bodies became soaked with sweat. I felt one of his arms cradling my head while the other cradled my pregnant stomach. Never in my life had I felt this complete. This gorgeous and necessary in the arms of a man. I became lightheaded with the pleasure I was experiencing, his body coaxing out of me a desperate need for more.
Preston kissed me on the shoulder as he slid from between my legs, but my body already missed him.
I turned around in his arms and rolled him onto his back. I straddled his thighs, allowing our juices to trickle onto his skin. I could feel his cock already growing to attention again, situated between my juicy thighs as my pregnant stomach rested on his chiseled abs. His eyes took me in, from the love bites he left behind to the way my tits had already swelled in size. He gazed hungrily up at me, his hips undulating as his cock popped back into me.
My hands descended into his chest as his fingertips buried into my hips, and our eyes locked for just a moment.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I said.
“I could go all night,” Preston said.
“Is that a challenge?” I asked.
Without any warning, he flipped me over onto my back. I giggled as he pinned me to the bed, my hands above my head and my legs locked around his waist. He grinned down at me, pressing an innocent kiss to the tip of my nose.
Then, he pulled back and slammed into me, causing me to cry out into the room.
“A promise,” Preston said with a whisper. “Because I always keep my promises.”
Twenty-One
Delilah
I was six months along before we were able to make a trip out to see my parents. Work kept us busy and people in the office were becoming relentless. I was bogged down with trying to figure out how things with the kids were going to work. I had no way to afford a house, but Preston convi
nced me to let him help. He put the security deposit down for a spacious four-bedroom apartment not too far from work. Between work, getting moved, and buying things for the kids, we had been swamped.
But now, the weekend had come.
I told Preston to book us a hotel across town from my parents. I didn’t want to stay with them while we were there just in case things went south with them. I was anxious to see them again. In a good way. But I didn’t know how things were between the two of them. It fluctuated, sometimes on a day to day basis. One day my father was bringing home flowers and the next day my mother was leaving the house crying. I saw the toll it could take on a family if two people tried to force themselves together for the sake of a child.