Making His Baby(82)

“Everyone knows I’m a lace girl.”

“The real you.” He growls and my bra follows my tunic.

“You don’t know the real me.” My lip quivers but my voice is steady. It betrays every cell in my body, the ones yearning to be lost in the sea that is his.

“I can see the you you think you hide.” He bites my lower lip. “You are translucent before me, Kate.”

“And what do you see?”

He holds my gaze again and runs a finger down my cheek. Instead of answering my question, he picks me up and lays me on the bed. Eric kisses my collar bone, the valley between my breasts, my stomach. His mouth hovers over my center just long enough to make me crazy. He slowly exhales over me, warmth covering my most sensitive spaces, and kisses my stomach once again.

Eric goes back to my breasts, rolling each nipple between his fingers. He plays my body like a piano, fingers gently tapping out a beautiful melody across multiple keys at once. It’s a moment longer before his mouth takes my nipple.

It’s instant euphoria. I can’t hear anything, see anything, feel anything other than his tongue and teeth flicking across each nipple in rapid succession. One of his arms slides under my torso and the other works my leggings until they are off my body, leaving me completely exposed.

“It’s not fair that you’re still clothed.” I breathe as his fingers dance down my skin until they brush my pussy lips. “We both need to be naked. I want to see you.”

“You only see what I want you to see.”

He leaves my breasts and finally touches where I want, need, him to touch. His tongue parts my lips and his teeth claim my clit. Tears well up in my eyes from the pain, but it’s intoxicating. Every lick sends my body into a frenzy. Every suck and nibble pushes me closer to the edge building within, a winding series of knots and ecstasy threatening to undo me in a moment.

Then his mouth is gone. I pry open my eyes, breathless and desperate to find where he went. Eric straddles me, naked. The man undresses faster than any human I’ve ever met. He also is every bit as muscled and structured as I pictured in our sterile afternoons together, carved into a level of perfection unlike anything I’d seen.

Pristine abs and those delicious lines lead me like bread crumbs to his cock. It demands all my attention. Large, thick, with veins in all the best places. The head stands above the rest, a large candy waiting to be sucked.

Before I can reach for it, he slides a condom over the top and rolls it on with one hand. His hands run over his length twice, showing off. Never once does his gaze break from mine. A show just for me.

Eric grabs my legs and flips me onto my stomach. A heavy hand trails down my spine and I lift my ass in the air. He knocks my legs wider and teases my opening with his head. This simple gesture confirms he’s bigger than anyone I’ve slept with.

There’s no time to worry, because he slides himself into me with a force that bumps my head into the cushioned headboard. He works us into a rhythm, in and out, back and forth. His fingers find my clit and he rubs me slowly.

With every other partner, clitoral stimulation has been the only way for me to get off, but the mere presence of Eric’s cock in my body has me on edge. His fingers only made it better, icing on the cake.

Eric pulls me upright by my hair, just enough to keep him deep inside. His hand grips my breast and he uses me as a handle to thrust harder than ever. It only takes a few thrusts in this position to send me flying.

The orgasm almost pops up out of nowhere, surprising me with the sharp intensity and heat. It is easily my best orgasm ever. Waves rush over me, lasting almost a full thirty seconds before I can again feel my face. Eric thrusts harder, faster, until he’s grunting through his own orgasm. It’s so sexy hearing this big man who lives on intimidating the world come completely undone.

I collapse on the bed when he pulls out, trying to steady my heart. According to the clock, it had only been fifteen minutes, but it felt like a lifetime of bliss. An eternity of ecstasy. Nothing could top it.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” Eric gives my ass a slap. “That was only the appetizer.”





CHAPTER TWELVE



ERIC



Sweat drips into my eyes and down my nose as I throw a few more jabs. The harder I can punch, the better. When I don’t know how to deal with the shit in my head, I just beat the fuck out of something until it all makes sense again.

It’s also very handy when I feel the urge to strangle a client. Half my boxing gym is lawyers. Most stressful job in the country, you know.

Geoff winces behind the bag he’s holding. Good. I throw a few more solid hits and watch him jiggle and huff on the other side. He’s trying to be a good sport, pretend he can hang with the big boys when he definitely can’t.