Unchain My Heart(36)

“What? Dick or cock?” she asked, trying to act all innocent.

“No, silly, Mr. Sexy Biker . . .”

“Ha, ha, and what’s more, I'm now ready for my big bad biker to have me down under. You feed me, I feed you.” She winked.

My Princess was getting better, but I couldn’t expect that from her, even if I was having the worst case of blue balls in my life. I'd never gone this long without pussy; four weeks was an all-time record for me.

I shook my head. “No. Rest. All I need is for you and Peanut to be healthy and happy.”

She sucked in a breath. “Are you saying no to what I’m offering because I’m getting fat and ugly?” Her bottom lip was quivering. If she didn’t look so adorable and so sad, I would have laughed at her ridiculous question.

“Oh babe, you have no idea how sexy you are with your little bump, do you? I struggle to keep my hands off you at all times, because I can see how miserable you feel. But if I had my way—” My voice was all hoarse.

“Then do it. I want you too. Thinking about it now, I'm horny as hell, baby.” She looked at me from under her lashes in that feminine way that women just instinctively know drives men wild.

I chuckled, already feeling my cock rising. “Yeah? So what do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to eat my pussy. Please. I need to come,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink. I loved her honesty and how she knew what she wanted. It turned me on, every fucking time. As if to ensure that I didn’t change my mind, she wriggled on the bed, removed her panties, and threw them at me.

“Evidence that I'm already wet for you, baby.” She giggled.

I caught the panties mid-air and put them to my face, inhaling deeply. Oh yeah. The musty smell of her sex lingered in my nostrils, making my cock hard as granite.

“Fuck, babe. I'm so hard now. What are you doing to me?” I rasped, still not sure this was the right thing to do.

“Don’t be a pussy, Ryder. Come eat it instead, like a real man.” She laughed as she opened her legs wide so I could see all of her.

I growled as I crawled between her legs and dove right in. She tasted so sweet I couldn’t get enough once I started. I licked and sucked and nibbled, and the way she writhed and moaned told me she loved it just as much. She gripped my hair when my tongue fucked her pussy, arching her back so I could go deeper. With a shudder she screamed my name, panting as she came in my mouth.

She held my head in place, keeping me there. Thirsty for more of her, I kept lapping her creaminess as wave after wave hit her.

“Oh, Ryder, baby . . . so good . . . so good,” she whimpered.

Finally I crawled up her body and kissed her. It made me happy to give her so much pleasure. She deserved it after all that she had been through.

“What about you, baby?” she whispered as I kissed her neck. That was why I loved her as much as I did—she always cared about pleasuring me as well.

I smiled. “You get to watch. I know how you love it.”

I pulled off my jeans and lay on the bed next to her. I spread coconut oil between my hands to warm them and watched her face. Her eyes widened as she licked her lips that were still swollen from my kisses. Stroking myself, slowly, all along the shaft, I looked into her eyes. They were filled with love and wonder, making my heart burst with pure joy. It was sexy as hell having her watch me as my palms moved faster and faster, fisting harder and harder. I loved that we could stare at one another, getting lost in each other’s eyes.

“Baby, I fucking love you,” I shouted as her tongue slipped out of her mouth and swept her lips, and just that one small, sexy-as-hell action made my balls contract and my cum squirt into the air.

“Ryder. Love you too, baby. So much,” she murmured as moments later she came to lie on my chest, pulling the blanket over us.

She cuddled into me, her softness molding perfectly into my hardness. Planting a soft kiss into her hair, I sighed, content and at peace. Nothing on earth could be better than this—lying with my woman in my arms, safe and secure, our baby in her belly.





Chapter Twenty-Six — Jade


Only three short weeks later, at thirteen weeks, the dreaded morning sickness had left and I felt a hell of a lot better. Ryder had taken such good care of me that I’d even put on weight. Suddenly I had a voracious appetite, and Ryder teased me that Peanut was like a hungry caterpillar, because I craved the strangest things at the strangest times—like bacon and banana toasted sandwiches, or toast with peanut butter and jelly and cheese. Not to even mention salted caramel: anything salty and sweet drove me crazy.

Squealing with delight as I opened the box, I wanted to do a happy dance when I saw the contents. “Look what Chloe and Lily sent me from Australia.”