Baller’s Baby(30)

My blood pounds in my ears as he removes my bra. I need his hands on me, his mouth. I need all of him, now. Otherwise, I'm afraid I may spontaneously combust on the spot. I hear a noise downstairs, and that damned flash of awareness that we’re in the childhood bedroom of his granny’s house and she could come home any moment flashes through my thoughts, but it dissipates just as quickly as it developed. I can't think when he’s touching me. I can only feel, and oh my God, do I feel so much.

Lifting off the bed, I press my naked, warm breasts against his bare chest. A sigh escapes me. He groans, thrusting up against my willing core while he begins to trail a path of kisses down my neck to my shoulder, all the way to my breast. He circles my navel with his tongue, kissing up and down each side of my stomach, whispering sweet nothings to the baby inside.

When he has given his son enough time and attention, he trails back up my stomach to my taught nipple. His tongue flicks out, teasing me before he sucks my nipple into his warm mouth. I arch my back, begging for more. I can feel him gazing up at me and pry my eyes open to meet his bright blue stare. The look of love and adoration I see there melts my heart.

Leaving my nipple, he pulls back, trailing his hands down my body once again, following his feather light touch with soft kisses. When he reaches the waist of my panties, he slows and slides his hands under my backside to grab my ass. Pulling me closer to him, he lowers his mouth to my core, taking me into his mouth, lace panties and all. One hand slides around, and his finger eases under the edge of my panties. I feel him searching for my wet center. He slides one finger into me, and I cry out from the pure torment, but he doesn’t stop. Releasing the lace, he pulls back and blows on my clit.

My legs tremble.

Sucking me into his mouth again, I can't help the cry of ecstasy that escapes my lips. I'm so close to shattering around him.

“Kip, please,” I say, pulling on his shoulder.

I want him close to me.

I want to feel his body against mine, to feel his skin on mine and have his breath mingle with my own as we reach that perfect, beautiful moment together.

He understands what I need and lifts himself from the place between my thighs, lifting me until we are again chest to ever-growing baby bump.

I open my eyes as he nuzzles my cheek with his nose. I feel him smiling against my cheek, “I love you, wife.”

My chest swells with the amount of love I feel for him in this moment. Twisting out from under him, I push him back against the bed and straddle his thighs. My hair blankets my body, hiding it from the world before he smoothes his hands along my face and gathers it behind my neck, baring me to him. I rise onto my knees slowly, never losing contact with his skin. He slips his fingers into the edge of my panties and drags them down my legs before tossing them in the corner, where they join my discarded bra.

I hover over the tip of his steely length. Every muscle in my body trembles as I grip his shoulders and sink down, slowly impaling myself on his throbbing head, stretching to accommodate to his size. Our eyes close for only a moment as I take him completely inside of me. Pausing, I feel him pulsing within my walls. A guttural moan from deep in his throat escapes his lips.

“You’re so tight. You feel so fucking good, Sky,” he says through gritted teeth. “Can you move yet?” he asks.

I nod my head yes, as I’m unable to form words. Gripping my hips, he easily glides me off him until I'm suspended just over the tip of his thick cock. I inhale sharply with anticipation and follow his gaze to where our bodies connect. It’s got to be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen in my life, watching him slide in and out of me over and over. Watching as I stretch to take him in. I reach my hand down between my thighs and spread my fingers on each side of him as he slides in and out of me.

He moans low in his throat. “Fuck, Sky.” Pulling my hand away, I circle my clit as he raises and lowers me repeatedly. When I pull my hand away, my fingers are glistening with the sweet juice he creates in me. I bring my finger to my lips and suck them into my mouth, savoring the taste of myself. Leaning forward, I kiss him and let him lick the remainder of the juices off my lips. Gripping my hips painfully, I know he’s grasping at the last threads of his control. The sight is so erotic, it’s burned into my memory forever.

He’s holding back for me, trying to allow me some comfort, but that’s not at all what I want. Taking over, I push him deeper, farther than I knew was possible, and that seems to be all the permission he requires. I need him. I want all of him. Some barbaric part of me has staked a claim on him, and in this moment, the animalistic side of me rules. I want to feel him in the deepest crevices penetrable. I need to be owned by him, body and soul.

We begin pumping together in a steady rhythm, gripping each other tightly, skin blazing. Kiptyn takes my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. I can feel the orgasm building. I'm about to shatter. My clit is rubbing against his sexy ‘V’ every time I slide down the steely length of his cock, creating just enough friction to drive me wild. Add in the sensual dance his rock hard cock is doing inside of my walls, and it's amazing I'm still hanging on.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper in his ear.

“Wait for me.”

Wait! Like hell! Shit. I can feel it building, peaking at the top and about to crash over the surface. The first wave hits, and my pussy clenches.

“Can’t,” I shout, and with no alternative but to follow, we spiral down into ecstasy together, every part of my body convulsing as he spills into me.

We cling together in a spiritual connection that seems to bring life into perfect focus. Sweat trickles down the center of my back and into the crack of my ass. He cradles my cheeks in both hands, and my thick hair forms curtains around our faces, plunging us into complete darkness, until he draws back so we are nose-to-nose. Closing his eyes, he pulls in another deep, cleansing breath.

“What are you doing to me, Sky?” he murmurs.

“Loving you,” I whisper, our lips feathering with the words.

“Don’t ever stop,” he says, the emotion of the moment overwhelming us both.

I could lie here forever just like this, but he has other plans for us. Removing his hands from my face to seize my hips, he lifts me until he is poised once again at my entrance.

I instinctively grasp his wrists for support, anticipating the fierce ride. In one quick, penetrating thrust, he is inside of me, buried to the hilt. He slides his hands from my waist to my ass, lifting me off the bed as his cock repeatedly hits that sweet spot inside my walls. Electricity builds low in my belly, and I know I’m almost there, but I want more than anything for it to last. I want to feel him come inside of me and bring me over the edge with him.

With my hands on either side of his head, our eyes lock. Sliding our sweating bodies together, I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my feet into his ass and coaxing him closer until I hear the blessed words I’m dying to hear.

“Skila, I want you to come with me.”

“Yesss,” I hiss as I can hardly get that one word out.

“Fuck, Sky,” he yells at the same time I scream, “Kip.”





Chapter Forty-One

Kiptyn



Yesterday, I married the love of my life. If you had told me a year ago that I would be here in my life right now, I would have laughed in your face while I ushered two blondes out of the club ahead of me, but everything changed, and I couldn't be happier. Skila is still asleep next to me. She’s snoring with each exhale of air. I want to grab my phone and record her, but I can't remember where I left it and I don't really want to leave her side. There will be plenty of other opportunities in the future for me to record her—like any day for the rest of my life, because now, she is mine.

MINE.

Forever.

I’ll never let her go. Every single moment for the rest of my life will be dedicated to adoring this amazing woman and our little boy. Camryn’s parental rights had been terminated the morning after we dropped him off at the mental hospital per his request. It cost me a shit ton of money to make it happen so quickly, but if it eased his and Skila’s mind then it was worth it. As of last night, I legally became little man's daddy. I can’t wait to meet him and sign my name on his birth certificate. Our family will be complete.

I hear a door shut downstairs, and the tiny shuffle of feet bouncing around. Easing out of the bed, I tuck the comforter up around Sky’s shoulder and creep out the door to see who our guests are. Hopefully, my sleeping beauty can get a few more hours of rest before the world and all its demands come rushing back in. God, I can't wait until the baby is born and I can take her on a real honeymoon trip. I would have done it now, but she refused.

I guess I understand. It probably wouldn't be that much fun in the Bahamas or the Keys being eight months pregnant, plus there’s the extra risk of something happening while we’re away. Neither of us want to take that chance. She had just been released from bed rest two days before we drove to Atlanta. I'd have to chain her to the bed if the doctor even so much as mentioned putting her back on bedrest. I chuckle, imagining her tied to my bed.

Now that I think about it . . .

The sound of squealing laughter makes my decision for me. I ease from the bed and out of the room, leaving my sleeping bride fast asleep.