The Knocked Up Plan(27)

“Fuck me,” he mutters.

He slouches back into the couch, his long legs spread open. I draw him into my mouth. He’s a little salty and so fucking manly. Maybe that sounds obvious. He should taste like a man. But he does, and it drives me wild.

I wrap a hand around the base and stroke him as I draw him deeper.

“Jesus, that’s good,” he groans.

I glance up at him, and his eyes are closed. He breathes out hard, and the look on his face is gorgeous. In seconds, I’ve changed the mood from sober to completely intoxicating, and the turnabout is working on me, too. As I suck, I get lost in the rhythm, in the taste, in the feel.

His hands find their way into my hair. He threads them through my strands and guides my head. “You’re killing me,” he mutters as I relax my throat and let him fill me all the way.

I slink a hand between his legs, cupping his balls, and his whole body jerks. I’m ready, so ready for him. And that’s not just because we timed this first date to the middle of my cycle. I’m so turned on I nearly forget I can’t finish him off like this.

“One more suck, baby, and then you need to stop,” he says, his voice a warning.

I make it count. I swirl my tongue over the head, then I lick him as I take him all the way in once more. A drop of liquid from the tip slips over my lips, and I nearly lose my mind.

He yanks me off him, pulls me up by my face, and stares at me hungrily. His blue eyes darken. He looks like he wants to devour me.





Fourteen





Ryder

Clothes fly to the floor.

As she sends the dog to her dog bed in the corner, Nicole yanks off my shirt, her hands traveling over my pecs. I tug off her black V-neck shirt. I’m ready to rip the rest of her clothes to shreds, but when I see the black lacy bra, my mind tunnels to complete one-track-ness.

Must get her tits in my mouth.

Nicole is a busty woman.

It’s hard not to notice. I’ve noticed, and now I get to play. I unhook her bra and let it fall to the floor, and then I breathe out an appreciative groan over these fucking marvelous tits.

“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.”