“I lied, Blake,” she said brokenly, turning her cheek into his chest. “All those months ago when I told you about my father. I made it sound like it was my father who disappeared. When the truth is, I was the one who ran away from him.”
She shuddered before continuing in the same shattered tone, “After the last time he showed up demanding money, I knew I couldn’t stay on in that situation where he always knew where I was and could torment me whenever he liked. So I decided to pack up and relocate; set up somewhere far enough away that I was sure he’d never find me. I moved here to New York, got the job working for your father and started my new life. I knew my father would keep looking for me and every day I woke up praying he’d never find me. And now he has.”
Kira clung to his arms as she lifted tear-stained eyes to his. “I’m sorry. I’m a bad person; filled with so much hate and an unforgiving spirit. How could you love someone like me? Someone who would desert their own father?”
Sobs racked her harder than ever and she didn’t struggle when Blake drew her gently into his arms, shushing her softly. “You’re not a bad person, Kira. You can’t help wanting to keep safe from things that can hurt you. Your father caused you a lot of pain and it’s understandable that you didn’t want to keep being put down or mistreated.”
“So you don’t hate me?” she whispered. “That’s what scared me the most. That you’d be disgusted when you found out I…”
Blake tipped her chin up and kissed her lips, effectively silencing her. He cradled the back of her head and swept into her mouth with his tongue, hot and demanding. She moaned, clutching to him as he deepened the fierceness of the kiss. The dread he’d felt coming home and finding her on the floor still lingered. He hated that anyone made her feel intimidated or small. He poured his strength into her through his kiss, clasping her to him as he ran his hand over her lush body. She trembled as his fingers palmed her breasts, and he felt the urgency rise within him as she kissed him back, making him so hard it hurt. Kira was already in her third trimester and still the sexiest woman in the world to him. He loved her desperately. How could she ever think there’d be anything about her that could disgust him in any way?
He broke the kiss and stared deeply into her eyes. “I’ve told you a million times I love you. This time I’ll take the time instead to show you what I mean. You’ll never doubt my feelings for you again. And whatever we have to face, be it your father or your insecurities, we’ll face it together. You have me, okay? I will never leave you.”
She nodded quickly, eyes shimmering with tears he wanted to kiss away. So he did, while his fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of her patterned cotton dress. “You are so sexy and lush. I want you. All the time,” he told her, hearing the gruff arousal in his own voice. He liked that it made her shiver. His hand pushed underneath the hem of her dress and reached inside her panties, finding them soaked. Her smoothly shaven pussy was slick with arousal and that made his pants feel ready to rip apart thanks to his raging erection.
Blake knew what Kira needed. What they both needed. Right there on the couch, he shed every inch of clothing from her beautiful frame heavy with their child. Then he ripped out of his own clothes and once they were both naked, he made her spread for him. He moved between her legs and ate into her with a passion that was both gentle and ravenous in turns. Hearing her cries of ecstasy drove him closer to the brink than he was ready for. Keeping his mind off how much his cock throbbed to plunge into her, he focused on nibbling on her plump, juicy cunt lips. Her fingers clenched in his hair and he growled in approval at her ferocious grip.
“Blake!” she cried out raggedly and he knew a few more flicks of his tongue on her clit would have her juices flowing. He loved how she felt and tasted, and yet he knew what else would bring a more mind-blowing finish. He knew she loved to cum with his cock plunging deep enough to make her scream his name. Since she was so advanced in pregnancy, Blake was always careful and knew what angles, depth and pressure to bring them both maximum pleasure with no worry about risk.
His hands on her hips guided her into position, which was with her kneeling facing the back of the couch. He leaned over behind her and reached for her deliciously swollen breasts, strumming their peaks with his fingers. The softness of her body was soothing and thrilling at the same time. His rigid cock pointed straight in between the juicy globes of her ass and it was all he could do to hold back long enough to finish what he started. He kissed and licked on her back, reveling in her sweet scent. He’d never have enough of her, he hoped she knew that. Hoped she knew exactly what she meant to him.