The Knocked Up Plan(28)

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.

After I pull out, my first instinct is to look for the condom and toss it. I chuckle when I realize—no shit—I’m bareback and supposed to be.

Nicole is still on her stomach. Her face is pressed to the side. Her eyes are glossy and her cheeks are flushed. I’ve killed her with her orgasm.

“Hey,” I say gently, nudging her shoulder. “You need to get on your back and lie flat for a few minutes, okay?”

She smiles woozily. “That’s the second position from your top five.”

“It is. It’ll help give you a better chance.” I roll her over and the look on her face is such dreamy happiness that it does something funny to me. It makes me bend down and kiss her tenderly on her forehead. “I hope it worked.”

“Me, too.”

“Do you know it increases the chances a little bit more since you came?”

“I think I read that somewhere, too.”

“I did a little reading myself this week. Supposedly, it helps the swimmers reach their destination. That’s all well and good, but I’m just a big fan of you coming.”

She offers another sexy smile.

I adjust her, slide a pillow under her ass, elevating her. I hand her a tissue, and I head in the direction of her bathroom to clean up.

When I return, I join her on the couch, because I don’t want to leave just yet.

But soon enough, I know there won’t be a reason to stay.

My job for tonight is done.





Fifteen





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