One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(105)

Releasing his mouth, he flips me over on the bed, pulls me up on my knees and brings my back to his chest, his rock hard erection pressing against me, his jeans an unwanted barrier.

“Shirt and bra off. Now.”

Doing as I’m told, I race to get naked as I hear him disrobe himself from behind.

I toss my clothes to the side and kneel on his bed, waiting for his next move. I don’t have to wait for long when his hands reach around me, his warm, strong body flush against mine. Bending his head forward, his cheek against mine, he looks down my front, groaning in my ear.

“These fucking tits. Shit Adalyn, they’re so goddamn big.”

That’s the honest truth. I’m all tits and belly in my pregnancy. It’s been very difficult to find things to wear.

As he cups them, the weight heavy in his hands, I lean my head back and moan softly, loving his touch.

“Goddamn, you feel good.” His thumbs pass over my nipples and I cry out in pleasure. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes.” The words fall out of my mouth in a long, drawn-out syllable.

Taking my cue, he passes his thumbs over my nipples again, his hands still cupping my breasts, squeezing and teasing.

My breasts have always been sensitive, but now with all these hormones running rampant in my body, sensitive isn’t the right word to describe how they feel.

So heavy, so delicate, so taken over by the aching need to be played with.

Using his index finger and thumb, he rolls both of my nipples at the same time between his fingers.

“Oh my God!” I shout, bucking my ass into his cock, falling forward, my hands propping my upper half on the mattress. Head falling forward, my hair a privacy curtain from the intense expression I’m wearing on my face. I grind my ass into his cock, my pussy clenching with every grind, with every pinch of his fingers he continues to play on my breasts.

“I’m going to come,” I announce, surprising myself as another orgasm rips through me.

Hayden stills behind me as I moan in front of him, my head dropping to the mattress.

“Baby,” he whispers, his hand now soothing up and down my spine.

And just like that, that little touch, my body hums and need once again overtakes me. Cheek pressed against the cool white comforter, I rock my hips against him, begging him to take me one more time.

“Make me come again,” I whisper.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Hayden mutters before gripping his length and placing it at my entrance. Stroking my hips, his hand covering my ass, squeezing, he thrusts inside me, filling me whole with one stroke. Stilling above me, I can feel the tension rolling off him. “Fuck. So tight, baby.”

“So full,” I say, moving my hips backward, savoring the way he feels inside me. “I need you to move, Hayden. Please fuck me.”

Not saying a word, he grips my hips tightly and pulls out only to forcefully thrust back inside me, his balls slapping against my skin, the sound so erotic. Pulling out again, he repeats the process, refusing to speed up, keeping consistent with each thrust. His grip growing tighter and tighter until he thrusts so deep, he stills, hitting me where I need it the most.

Deep inside me, I spasm around him and grind my hips, swiveling, my impending orgasm starting to blacken the world around me.

“Fuck, fuck,” he groans, picking up his pace now, his strokes fast and hard, burying my face in the mattress, muffling the sounds of his orgasm, but I feel when it happens, when he comes inside me, his white-hot arousal filling me, sending me over the precipice.

Like a feral cat, I scream out his name, my hands ripping the comforter, my pussy contracting relentlessly around his arousal, pulling everything from him, every last drop until we both collapse to the bed, our bodies sweaty and spent.

After a few minutes, once our breathing evens out, Hayden scoots me to the top of the bed and pulls me under the covers with his body wrapped around mine, his hand protectively covering my belly, and his face buried against my neck.

He doesn’t have to say anything. I know how happy he is, because in this moment, this quiet moment, I feel that mile-long smile of his against my skin. And because of that, I can’t help but smile myself.

“Are you okay?”

“Hmm . . .”

A nose nuzzles my neck, a strong body wrapped around me.

“How are you feeling? I can’t believe I lost control and fucked you so hard. I hope the baby is okay.”

“The baby is fine,” I sigh, kissing the arm encompassing my shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I’ve wanted that so badly. Ever since that morning, ever since I said those words, I’ve wanted a repeat, and I lost my mind. But, God, Addie, I can’t tell you how much this means to me. How much it means that you chose me over him.”

“Hmm?” In my sleepy haze, I swear Hayden just called me, Addie. He never calls me Addie.

“And this baby, I’m going to love it with everything in me, just like I love you.”

Strong arms turn me over in bed and I come face to face with Logan, a curve in his lip and sexy, ruffled hair.

“What the hell,” I scream, scooting out of his grasp as I’m torn from a dream.

Eyes adjusting to the dark room and the worried man next to me, Hayden, tries to hold on to me as I back away.

“Adalyn, is everything okay?”

Scooting far away, I nearly tumble out of bed before Hayden catches me, moving quickly on the bed.