Her Mate’s Secret Baby(39)

“It’s a bra.”

Roark’s big finger ran over the full swells, then hooked around the chain, tugging it up very gently from beneath the cotton.

“I wear one now because I’m… I’m bigger now after Noah.”

“Yes, you are,” he replied, not just noticing the size of my breasts, but my hips, everywhere I’d changed. His head angled from side to side. “How do you take it off?”

Reaching behind me, I unhooked it, let it slide off my shoulders and down my arms. My nipples hardened instantly and the chain pulled downward, making them so sensitive.

He cupped my breasts in his rough palms then. Yes, they were much bigger than before. I wanted to close my eyes, but I needed to see him, see the way his jaw clenched, his thumbs brushed over my nipples.

“They are heavy with milk,” he added. Of course, he could tell the difference in them.

“Some,” I replied, giving over to the pleasure of his hands. “Your son is a greedy boy and I don’t have enough. He also drinks from a bottle.”

When I felt the hot, wet heat of his mouth on my hard tip, I looked down, stared. He suckled gently, watched me as he did so. “Mmm, sweet. I am very jealous of my son, having these all to himself. I like the feel of the ring in my mouth, that you have them, that you won’t ever forget who you belong to.”

It was my turn to tangle my fingers in his hair. “I… I couldn’t get it off. The rings, the chain, it’s stuck.”

“Of course, it is. You’re mine. These are mine.” He gave my breasts a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sure Noah will share them with you.” I whimpered. “Roark, God, they’re so sensitive.”

“I wondered if you could come from me playing with them.”

“Before?” I shrugged. “Now?” I bit my lip when he switched to my other breast. “Definitely.”

“There is much we didn’t get to do together. I want to do them all with you. To you. But now, I need to taste you again. I want you to come all over my tongue.”

He may have been slow before now, even letting me have my way, but his pace quickened as he quickly rid me of my jeans—although he swore at the odd material and fit—and panties. I was spread wide and his mouth was on me before I could even cry out his name.

The man knew what to do with his tongue. Perhaps it was because it had been so long, perhaps it was because I’d been so damn horny, but I was quick to come. I wasn’t complaining and I was sure I made Roark feel like the stud he was, but I was crying out his name and dripping all over his face in record time.

I was a panting, sweaty, happy mess when he kissed his way up my body.

“God, I missed that tongue of yours.”

When he loomed over me, propped up with his hand, he grinned. His mouth was still wet, and his beard. I shouldn’t even think about how sexy his beard was. “You only missed my tongue?”

Reaching between us, I took hold of his cock, gripped it with my fingers. Because it was so large, I couldn’t get my fingers to touch. I remember being amazed by his size and I still was.

“It’s been so long,” I whispered.

He moved his hand away and settled himself between my thighs. His cock knew exactly where to go and nudged right up against my slick opening. “I’ll be gentle.” He slid in, parting me wide until I was completely filled. “At first.”

My eyes fell closed and my body went from zero to sixty again, his cock nudging and stroking sensitive spots. He’d been the only man to find my G-spot and he knew just how to hit it with that big cock of his.

Bending my knees, I brought my legs up, higher, then higher still to take him deeper.

He rocked into me, slowly at first, but when I came again—how could I hold back when he felt so good and knew exactly what to do with his cock—he lost all sense of control. I could feel my inner walls ripple and pulse around him.

“Mine,” he growled, leaning down to murmur in my ear. His chest pressed into mine, the feel of his body rasping over my tender nipples had me squeezing him deep within.

“Yes,” I replied. “Come. Please, Roark, I need to feel you come. Fill me up. Please.”

I wasn’t past begging. I needed to know I could satisfy him. It made no sense, for I knew he was aroused by me, but his orgasm was the ultimate proof that he could find pleasure in my body. With me.

I felt him thicken and swell in me, his thrusts becoming harder. He hooked the back of my knee and opened me wider for him. The sounds of fucking filled the room. Slaps of flesh, whimpers, harsh breathing. The scent of it clung to our skin, mixed, melded just as we were.

“Natalie,” he groaned as he held himself deep, filled me. Made me his again.