Loving Lily(50)

“I know, right?” I laughed in amazement. “I can't wait until I find out the sex.”

He seemed thoughtful for a moment, reflective. “This is a beautiful thing you're doing, Lil... Thank you for sharing this with me.”

Sigh, I was getting choked up. “If it's not too late, you can still be a part of it. You can go with me when I have appointments. Or, if you're interested in going baby shopping with me, I wouldn’t mind having you along.”

Drake was simply shocked at my suggestion. “Are you sure that's not asking too much? I don't want to be a nuisance. Besides, I really don't know much about babies...”

“I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't want to. You know me better than that.”

“You're right.” His thumb began to gradually rub my tummy in circles. It was like fanning the fire with gasoline. “You should start wearing clothes that really shows off the bump… I always wanted to see you ripe with my baby.”

“Drake...”

“Yeah, Lil?”

“I know this might sound weird, and you might take offense, but would it be asking too much if you could...” Licking my lips, I felt encouraged by the fire I found in his eyes. “If you could use your fingers to make me come?”

He was obviously perplexed about my question, staring at me for a whole second before seeming confused. “Excuse me? What did you just ask me?”

“I asked if you could use your fingers to get me off.”

He cleared his throat, contemplating. However, right when I thought he wasn't going to budge, I felt his hand slip downwards, and then his thumb brushed against the outline of my underwear. I didn't even need to see his eyes to know they were dilated as they zeroed in on my pussy.





Chapter 21

Lily



The hungered look flaming in his eyes as his thumb grazed the outer lip of my pussy while he watched my reaction was beyond erotic.

“Is this what you want, Lily?” he rasped out as his thumb probed deeper into my wet pussy, evoking a moan from me.

I vehemently nodded, much too eager for his touch. “Yes…”

“Spread your legs wider so I can see how your cunt weeps for me.” His lips then parted before the tip of his tongue appeared, curled as it glided on the back of his lips, making me think it was my pussy he was working.

Silently obliging his command, I set my legs wider than before, one resting atop the sofa while the other hung loosely around his thighs.

When his thumb rapidly circled my slick entrance, I almost convulsed from the palpitating pleasure that vibrated through my body, making me a little restless as I shifted my hips, almost gyrating. Just like that, he pulled his thumb away, making me loudly gasp in shock before staring at him accusingly.

I was about to ask if he was being an asshole when I saw him bring that same soaked thumb towards his parted lips, sucking my juices off, tasting the very essence of my womanhood. If I had been wet before, my vagina was crying a river from the ecstasy of the erotic visual he was displaying. No man could make me feel this crazy, making me borderline gaga to get his attention.

“You taste just as I remembered,” he drawled while I impatiently whimpered for him to end my agony. Raising his brow, he gave me a mocking look. “How hungry your pussy must be…”

“So horny … I’m going crazy.”

“I’m sure you are. You only have yourself to blame for that.” The bite in his words was coated by the saccharine tone he used.

Again, I was about to lash out on him, asking if he was planning to take his sweet revenge by making me suffer in the most humiliating sense, when his hand reached in between my thigh again and shoved my panties to the side. Fully exposed to his scrutiny, I heard him release a strangled groan before I felt his middle finger being roughly inserted halfway into my wet channel, teasing and probing. He did this excruciating move several times before fully lodging it all the way, making me buck my hips at the amazing sensation ripping through me in waves.

I wanted more, so much more.

“I need…” I gasped as I sought his eyes, openly begging. “You. I need you.”

Holding my gaze penetratingly, he took his time in torturing me. “You need me, Lily?” he mimicked, feigning confusion. “What is it you really need from me? Hmm?”

Shameless and out of my mind, I eagerly responded, “Your cock … to fuck me.”

An amused look crossed his gorgeous face. “I am fucking your pussy, aren’t I? Isn’t that what my finger is doing … fucking your eager cunt?”

Pregnant and sexually frustrated topped with insurmountable guilt, anger, and desperation, I wasn’t one to be fucked with at the moment, literally and figuratively speaking.