The Knocked Up Plan

“I could spend the night here,” I tell her, cupping them. Each one fills a palm, and I have big hands. Though I’d have been content with small ones, I can’t help but want to get well acquainted with these full-size beauties.

I pinch her nipples, and she lets out a sexy yelp. I flip her onto her back on the couch, yanking her so she’s lying flat. I climb over her, straddle her, and bring my mouth to one delicious breast. I flick my tongue over her nipple, feeling it go hard in my mouth.

“Oh God,” she mutters.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m vaguely aware that there’s no awkwardness. It’s vanished. This is pure lust. This is fire. Whatever weirdness existed a few moments ago has left the house. I want her and she wants me. I don’t have the interest to dissect whether it’s because she wants my cock buried deep inside her so I can give her my DNA, or if it’s just because she wants my cock buried deep inside her.

Right now, they feel like one and the same.

I reach for her yoga pants and shove them off. My hand slides between her thighs and somehow my dick grows even harder when I touch her panties.

She’s soaked.

I pull off her last stitch of clothing, and I groan when I see the auburn landing strip.

“So fucking beautiful,” I say, then slide a finger down the hair and across her dampness.

She moans something incoherent as I play with her sweet pussy. She arches into my fingers. I want to toy with her, to make her moan and groan and savor every second. I spread her legs and start to make my way downtown. I’m dying to taste her. But the second my head goes below her waist she grapples at my shoulders.

“Ryder,” she pleads.

I look up. Her blue eyes are desperate.

“Please fuck me,” she begs.

With a wicked smile, I drop my face to the paradise between her legs and kiss her softly. At that first touch, she cries out so loudly that I know, I fucking know, I will have a field day eating her out.

She tries to push me away at the same time as she rocks her hips against my mouth. She’s all slick and hot, and wetter than anything.

“Please. I’m begging you,” she says, trying again while she thrusts against my lips.

The sexy woman wants my lips and she wants my cock. I flick my tongue against her hard clit, and she keens. It’s like a howl, and her dog gets up and heads over.

“Shh, Ruby. Back to your bed.”

Obedient girl. She does as she’s told.

I lick Nicole again, and I could spend the night here, my face between her sexy thighs, her sweetness all over my jaw. But when I kiss her again, she grabs my hair, pulls me close for one more luxurious devouring of her wetness, then pushes me away. She stares at me, her mouth open, panting. “Please. I don’t care if I’m begging. I need you inside me.”

I’m not so cruel that I can deny her any longer. I’m also so turned on that what she wants is precisely what my dick wants, too.

“Reporting for duty,” I say, rising to my knees. My cock is pointing in her direction, and a sexy smile spreads on her face.

She stares greedily at my shaft. “You’re more than ready.”

“Get on your hands and knees, then. You want a baby, Nicole? You need it deep, and that’s how you’re going to get it.” I flip her over, raise up her lovely ass, and run my palms over the soft flesh. “I want to bite this ass. I want to bite it and spank it, and do unspeakable things to your ass.”

She lifts that fine ass higher.

“Guess you like that idea,” I tell her as I swat my palm against her backside, giving her a small teaser.

She yelps, and I spank her once more then drag my finger through her pussy. She’s even wetter.

And I get to feel all this slickness on my dick. I get to fuck her bare. That’s one of the best parts of this deal. “Have I mentioned how great it is not to wear a condom?” I notch the head of my cock between her legs and admire the long, gorgeous line of her back, the way her red hair spills down her spine, and how she’s ready. So fucking ready, in the number-one position for getting the job done that I’ve been asked to do.

I bury myself inside her.

“Oh fuck,” I mutter as I fill her easily. I take a second or two to breathe in hard and savor the way we fit. Her pussy grips my cock, and it’s electric. My entire body vibrates with lust. I pull back then slide all the way inside again. She moans.

“You like it, baby? It feels good?”

She nods, her head sinking lower into a gold pillow at the edge of her couch. “Soooo good.”

“I want it good for you. This isn’t just about me coming, you know that?”

She mumbles something unintelligible. Maybe it’s a yes. I can’t tell. But whether she wants to come or not, I won’t fire without her. Sex is a two-person operation, and I would never send a woman home unsatisfied. There’s no way on earth I’m going to be the only one getting off, even if that’s the end game.

I grip her hip hard in one hand and slide my other to her belly then down between her thighs.

She murmurs a sexy, drawn-out oh.

This woman. She’s going to be so fun to play like a violin. Her body is soft and supple, and she’s so goddamn aroused. I tease at the delicious rise of her clit as I rock into her. In the back of my mind I’m aware that I’ve got a job to do, that in fact I have one fucking job, but I want this for exactly what it is.

I want to be fucking her.

I want to be buried deep inside her.

I want to be right where I am.

I swivel my hips and punch into her. Her hands curl into fists in the pillows. I rub her clit faster as I shove deep inside. The sounds she makes tell me she’ll be blasting off soon.

Pressing a palm on her back, I slope her further. “Nice and deep, baby.”

When I fill her like that, she cries out. I fucking love that she’s so far gone. Her pleasure matters to me. I want it as much as I want to give her mine.

A bead of sweat slicks down my chest. I ease out so only the tip is in, and I pause there as if I’m holding her in suspended animation while I work her lovely, hungry, eager clit with my finger. She trembles under me. The shudder moves through her body, and I’m as sure as I’ve ever been of anything that she’s galloping to the edge.

“Want to feel you come on my cock,” I rasp out as I sink all the way into her, and she shatters. Her knuckles go white as she grips the pillow, and her voice hits some kind of high note that I’m certain her dickhead neighbor can hear, but I don’t care because she’s coming all over me, and it’s fucking glorious.

It’s the earthquake.

In seconds, I’ve got both hands on her hips, and I fuck her hard and furiously as my own orgasm rattles free, rocketing through my body. “Coming so fucking hard.”

And the sound she makes then, I swear it’s like a shout of joy.

But I can barely tell because my pulse thunders and pleasure consumes every molecule of my body as I climax inside her.

Where she wants.

I’m sweating, she’s sweating, and now her dog is howling, too, crying out in unison with the two of us.

And I crack up. She’s got one of those. An orgasm chorus dog.