With one more push, I bury myself to the root, rolling my hips and groaning when I feel a surge of wetness. She’s close. I could end this right now. I’m that close to finding my own release, but I want to make her scream again before I take mine.
I move my hands, which were tightly holding her hips, and run them up her spine. The feeling of her silky smooth skin under my fingertips has me rocking my hips, grinding against her body. I’ll never get enough of this woman. My hands finish their journey when I reach her shoulders, curling my fingers, letting her know that I want her to come up off her elbows.
We don’t need words anymore. Our bodies know each other so well that all it takes is a few touches, and the rest follows. She comes up on her knees, bringing her arm over her head and grabbing the back of my neck to bring my mouth to hers. Our kiss is nothing short of brutally crazed. Our tongues and teeth nip and lick in a fierce battle of control. Our tongues duel in a dance that sends tingles straight down my spine and wraps a claw-like vise around my balls.
I bring one arm around her chest, palming one perfectly full breast and tweaking her tight nipple with my thumb. My other arm snakes around her middle, caressing her belly lovingly before trailing down her tight skin until I hit her slick heat and her wetness leaks around my fingertips. Giving her a few quick thrusts, I feel myself glide into her welcoming body effortlessly, causing a growl to rumble from deep within my throat.
“Nothing feels better than your pussy soaking my dick.”
She moans against my lips, whimpering when I pull out again. “Please, baby, take me harder.”
“No.” I know what she wants, and I also know that it’s killing her not to try and take control. I put the brakes on our rough lovemaking almost two months ago. I don’t care what the doctors say. There is no damn way I’m going to chance taking her too roughly and hurting my girls. No. Won’t happen. It’s been the only sore spot between us the last few weeks. Melissa wants it hard, and I won’t . . . I can’t give that to her.
“Greg . . .” She tries to push back, but my arms hold her firm.
“Hush, Beauty, and let me love you.”
I continue to love her, pushing in with an achingly slow pace before pulling out almost to the point of falling free from her body before repeating the process. I know that she’s enjoying it. I can feel the proof running down my shaft. Her moans don’t lie. She might crave a rough roll in the sheets, but as long as I can make her scream, I’m still doing it right.
“Greg . . . killing me . . . Need you . . . hard.” She gasps between thrusts, her cunt gripping me tight with each begged word that crosses her lips, testing my patience like none other.
“No.”
The rumble of her protest vibrating against my chest is the only warning I get before she stuns me to my ass. Literally.
She pushes back hard, her ass hitting my hips and my dick falling from her warm body. In a move that shouldn’t look that easy for a seven-months-pregnant woman—with twins, no less—she has her body turned around and her small hands pushing against my chest until I fall to my back. Right there in the middle of our king-sized bed, I watch as my woman comes to life above me.
We’ve been as conservative as it gets the last month or so of her pregnancy. The bigger the girls get, the harder almost every position gets. It’s pretty much down to me taking her from behind, standing beside the bed so that I don’t crush the girls, or lying there while she rides me the best she can with the weight of her belly throwing her off balance. You won’t hear me complain. I’ll take it however she wants to give it to me. Except for the one way she’s been begging to for the last three weeks.
My girl wants me to fuck her brains out. No more of this slow and torturous lovemaking. Not for Melissa. No, she wants me to fuck her raw, and it scares the shit out of me.
“I’m sick of you treating me like I’m spun from glass. News flash, Greg Cage—I’m not going to break. Your massive dick isn’t going to thump a baby on the head, scar her for life, or poke a hole in her head. But what your dick is going to do is get the hell inside me and fuck me hard!”
I stare up at her as she climbs onto my body. Her face flushed, tits full and swaying with her movements, and her gorgeous body ripe with pregnancy, as she moves over my throbbing dick and impales herself roughly. She throws her head back, her hands going to my thighs and her pussy clenching and rippling around my straining erection.
“Shit . . .” I hiss, my hands shooting to her hips to help steady her movements. She doesn’t even notice me, her body using mine for everything she’s been craving.