by Ruby Steele
When he starts to pull down my t-shirt to reveal my breasts, he grins. "We should definitely honor these beauties, you know."
"Oh really?"
"Since you sent those photos of them to me. They were what brought us together. I'm so thankful you sent me your topless photos, otherwise I might've missed out on the most gorgeous pair of tits in the world."
I blush and laugh, tangling my fingers in his dark hair. "I was drunk and stupid that night," I admit, "but I can't regret it. Not now."
He cups one breast, his touch gentle, but I can't stop the wince that crosses my face. My breasts have been so sensitive lately that any mere touch is too much. He notices the wince.
"What is it? Did I hurt you?" He's full of concern.
I open my mouth. I need to tell him, before we go any further. It could change things, I know, and I owe it to him to be honest. But before I can say a word, he gazes more intently at my breasts.
"Kate, are your breasts bigger?"
Shit. Busted. I'm impressed that he noticed, but then again, Gabriel is astute. Drawing away from him, I finally say the words that send terror through me.
"I'm pregnant."
He stares at me. He doesn't say a word.
Swallowing, I add, "It's yours. Obviously. I haven't been with any other guy." A blush heats my cheeks, and now I feel stupid. I pull my shirt back into place because I don't know what else to do.
"You're pregnant," he says. His eyes are dark, unfathomable. "With my baby."
"Well, our baby. Takes two to tango. I'm not far along. I still need to find a doctor and do a blood test and—"
He lifts me onto his lap and kisses me. And then, he smiles. He smiles so widely that my heart does a flip in my chest.
"We're going to have a baby. Oh my God." He places his hand on my abdomen. "I love you even more. I'm the luckiest man alive, you know that?"
He kisses me, all heat and desperation, but then we hear a door open and close. We realize we're not exactly alone, and making love on my dingy living room couch with Beth and Tiff only yards away isn't too appealing.
I laugh and get up. "Beth, Tiff, I'm going out! And you can come out now!"
Tiff's voice: "Thank God!"
Beth: "I told you they wouldn't have sex in the living room. You owe me ten dollars."
I hear grumbling, and I shake my head. Gabriel takes my hand and after I get my purse, we practically run to his car. He speeds across town, and at every red light, we're kissing, touching, laughing. It's a miracle we manage to get inside his place with any of our clothes still on.
We strip out of our clothes the second the front door closes, and then Gabriel picks me up and carries me to his bedroom. We fall onto the bed together, kissing and touching, and we're ravenous for each other. I moan as his mouth moves down my body, kissing me between my breasts. He gazes at my breasts, now bared to him finally, and he traces the blue veins with a light touch.
"So you're extra sensitive here now?" he asks in a low voice.
I nod. His fingers dance across one nipple—barely touching. "I can hardly stand to wear a bra lately."
He grins, but it's seductive. "What a shame. I guess you'll have to stop wearing one. Maybe you'll just have to wear absolutely nothing at my place from now on."
I arch upward as he swirls his tongue around one peak. Just the warmth of his tongue makes me shiver. It's like a lightning bolt through my body that goes straight to my pussy. I'm already wet, and with every touch of his tongue to my aching nipples, I grow wetter.
"You're so sweet, God." He groans, licking one peak and then the other. They strain upward, dark red and swollen. As he circles one tip with his tongue, his hand delves below to part my folds. He groans again when he finds how wet I am.
"Damn, baby, you're soaked. Do you need me that badly?"
I laugh a little, and he swears when I wrap my fingers around his engorged cock. "Pot, meet kettle."
"You keep playing with fire, you're going to get burned."
"Sounds like a great idea to me."
He laughs, but then the only sounds in the room are my pleading with him as he swirls my wetness around my pussy. He dips one finger inside me, but it's not enough. He's teasing me, tormenting me. I can't catch my breath.
Moving down my body, he places my legs over his shoulder and opens me wider. He tastes my pussy then, lapping at me like a cat with a dish of cream. Arching and bucking against his mouth, I grip the covers, feeling like I'm falling. His tongue thrusts inside my hot sheath; I bite my lip, the pleasure overwhelming.
"I missed this pretty pussy so much, Kate. How wet you get for me, how you smell. How flushed and swollen you become just from my touch." He rubs my clit, and it becomes more sensitive, engorged, pushing free of its hood. "I could eat you like this for hours. One night, I'll do just that. I'll make you come so many times from just my sucking on your clit that you'll beg me to stop."
I shake my head. "Don't ever stop." I grip his hair, egging him on. "I need you inside me. I want to come with you pounding my tight pussy."
He licks me one last time before he lies down on the bed and has me get on top. I crawl onto his lap and with my breasts dangling near his face, I sheath myself on his cock. I let out a squeal as he stuffs me full, so full that I swear I can feel him all the way to my toes and to my fingers.
He wraps a hand around my hair and thrusts into me. I hold onto his shoulders as I ride him, and our flesh slaps together as we chase our releases. He grows even larger inside me, and it makes me gasp. I love how he fills me up. He thrusts so hard that it makes me shake.
My orgasm is close. I can feel myself clenching around his length, and he grunts my name. Kissing me, he grips my hips and takes over the rhythm, fucking me relentlessly. I'm so close. I get wetter and wetter, and I can hear how sloppy I've become from his cock inside me. It's the most erotic sound, and it only turns me on more.
"You gonna come for me, baby?" he whispers hotly in my ear. "I can feel that pussy getting even tighter."
"Yes, I'm coming. I'm so close." I dig my nails into his shoulders. "Don't stop."
"I'll never stop." He presses his face into my neck and pounds inside me. I reach down to give my clit a quick rub, and that's all I need. I explode around him, over him, and I collapse against his chest as I shake and moan.
I hear him swear in my ear before his cock twitches and starts to spurt. He fills me in endless pumps.
"Fuck, I love you," he says, kissing me, his hands still in my hair.
"I love you, too. So much."
I'm a boneless heap on top of him. I can't move. But I don't care, because Gabriel loves me, we're together, and we're going to live happily ever after.
After a few moments, once we’ve caught our breaths, Gabriel grabs his phone.
“What are you doing?”
He grins, his teeth flashing. “I thought we could commemorate this with more topless photos. They’re what brought us together, of course.”
I laugh, squealing. We wrestle, Gabriel snapping photos every so often, until I wrap my fingers around his now hardening cock.
He tosses his phone away, all thoughts of new photos now forgotten.
Epilogue
Kate
When I hear the soft crying through the baby monitor, I groan. Didn't I just feed Liam? I squint at the alarm clock and realize I've slept for over four hours.
"I'll get him," Gabriel murmurs. He kisses my hair and pads out of our bedroom.
After a year together, I've only fallen further in love with Gabriel. We married a month before Liam's birth, and I smile when I look at the diamond engagement ring and white gold wedding band on my hand.
"Here we go." Gabriel returns with Liam, now six weeks old, in the crook of his arm. Seeing this powerful man with a tiny baby does things to my heart. Every time I see them together, I get flutters inside me.
Liam fusses, and Gabriel places him in my arms. Gabriel has become the best father: attentive and loving. Without
him, I would've been totally lost. He makes sure I get sleep, that I'm eating right, that I'm not pushing myself too hard. He changes diapers, pats and burps and puts Liam to sleep. I'll admit, I wasn't entirely sure how a billionaire playboy like Gabriel Carter would take to fatherhood, but he's embraced it beyond anything I could've imagined.
"Is somebody hungry?" I croon. Liam scrunches up his face, his cries close to turning into full-sized wails. I pull down my tank top and place him at my breast. His cries vanish once he starts eating. He always eats like it's his last meal.
Gabriel and I laugh softly. "Somebody was hungry," he says.
"He's always hungry. What a good boy you are." I stroke Liam's baby-soft cheek, marveling not for the first time—or last—that he's really mine.
The uncertainty and fear, before I told Gabriel about my pregnancy, have disappeared. Now, all I can feel is an immense love for the two men in my life.
Liam nurses hungrily. When his eyes start to close, I know his tummy is full. After I burp him, I cradle him in my arms, watching him sleep.
"He looks like you," I say. I look between him and Gabriel. "I think he'll have your nose, definitely."
"I think he looks like you. He has your eyes."
We tend to have this argument a lot, and considering that Liam changes and grows every day, we notice different features every time we look at him. I like to imagine what he'll look like when he grows older. I have a distinct feeling he'll be his father's miniature before long.
Liam makes smacking noises, and I yawn.
"Let me take him back to bed." Gabriel takes him from my arms, careful not to wake him, and leaves once again.
Although I'm tired, I know I won't be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. I had wanted to tell Gabriel the good news earlier, but then with Liam and everything, I fell asleep before I told him.
Gabriel returns and kisses me. He doesn't try to touch me, and an intense longing pulses inside me. We haven't made love since before Liam's birth, and although my delivery was easy and without any complications, I still needed to heal. Gabriel understood, of course, and hasn't pushed me.
"Dr. Turner gave me good news this morning when I went in to see him," I say.
Gabriel looks at me. "What? Is Liam in the 98th percentile for growth now instead of the 95th?"
I smile. "Close, but not yet. He told me that if I want to start having sex again, I can."
He doesn't react at first, and I'm afraid I've...what? Shocked him? Or maybe he doesn't want me like that anymore, now that he's seen me deliver a baby, nurse a baby, and all of the other less savory aspects of childbirth.
But, I shouldn't have doubted him. Within another second, he practically pounces on me. I giggle.
"You're sure?" he asks me. His dark eyes are gleaming with heat.
"That Dr. Turner said that? Well, yes."
He tugs on my hair. "No, are you sure? I don't give a rat's ass what your doctor says."
Smiling, I kiss him on the cheek. Then his nose, then his chin. Then I reach his mouth and whisper, "Then, yes, I'm sure."
Gabriel looks like a man who's just been given water in a desert. Suddenly, his hands are all over me, touching, stroking, discovering me again, and I do the same with him. I moan his name as he kisses me, hard and deep, just how I like it.
There's a small part of me that's self-conscious about my new body, but Gabriel only murmurs how gorgeous I am, how sweet, how amazing. It's exactly what I need to hear. He kisses my breasts, a smile teasing his lips, and I know he's thinking about the first time he saw "my beauties," as he calls them. My beauties are bigger now, and engorged with milk. My nipples are larger, sensitive, and when he just barely touches one tip with his tongue, I gasp.
It's like an electrical current is running through me. I'm trembling, and he's barely touched me.
"God, I love you," he says. "I love you and our son."
Tears form in my eyes. "I love you, too. I'm so glad I got drunk and sent you those photos."
That makes him laugh, and I laugh, too. The emotion of the moment dissipates until we're both just feeling. It's like my nerves are on fire. When he tugs on one of my nipples, pinching it, I have to bite back a scream. At the same time, his hand disappears inside my pajama bottoms. He grunts when he smears my wetness through my folds.
"Goddamn, I need to taste you. I want you to come against my tongue, baby."
I nod desperately. Gabriel strips me of my pajamas and panties, and he parts my legs. I'm sopping, my wetness dripping onto the sheets, and I only get wetter as he gazes at my pussy.
"It's prettier than I remembered," he groans before laving me with a long, thorough lick.
I'm going to die. That's my only thought before Gabriel licks me, teases me, sucks my clit. He pushes one finger inside my clenching pussy, crooking it, and I see stars behind my eyes. It only takes one more brush of his tongue against my clit to set off my first orgasm.
I come so hard the bed shakes. I hear Gabriel say my name, and then he's lapping at my clit again. Light licks at first, and then harder. He presses a second finger inside of me, and he finger-fucks me. I buck against his hand and his mouth.
"Fuck my face," he growls. "Come all over my tongue. Come on, baby, come for me again."
I clench my fingers into the sheets, and I'm shaking and swearing. I have the stray thought that I can't be too loud so as not to wake Liam, but it disappears just as quickly when Gabriel pumps his fingers inside me, faster and faster.
I squeal as I come again. I can feel myself gush, and Gabriel groans in satisfaction.
"You're so beautiful when you come. I can't get enough of it." He kisses me and only a second later, he pushes his hard cock against my sopping entrance.
"Are you ready?" he asks, gritting his teeth. He looks like he's in pain.
I almost laugh. I've been ready. "I'm soaking wet and aching for you," I whisper. "I want you to fuck me, Gabriel."
He thrusts inside me until his balls rest against my skin. I gasp, pleasure expanding and filling me. Holding my wrists, he fucks me hard, his cock stuffing me full. My third orgasm teases at my senses.
He lifts my legs up until they wrap around his waist, which opens me up further for his thrusts. As his pelvis rubs my clit with each thrust, I feel like I'm going to die. I cry out his name, over and over again.
"Please, Gabriel, please." I clutch at him, my hand running down his muscled back to his firm ass. "Don't stop fucking me."
"I'll never stop, baby." He pounds into me, hard and ruthless, and I love it. I needed this for so long. Arching and moaning and twisting, my orgasm explodes before I realize it. I scream, but Gabriel catches the scream with his mouth, kissing me as he spurts inside me. We come together, and it's so amazing that I'm half afraid I'm going to burst into tears.
We collapse onto the bed, a sweaty heap. I can't move. I'm boneless, and I'm pretty sure I'll walk bow-legged for days. And I can't help but laugh at that thought.
I turn over so I can look in Gabriel's eyes. Brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead, I kiss him softly. "I love you."
He smiles, pressing me close. "I love you."
Smiling, content, I burrow into his arms. Thank God for drunk texting! I think before sleep claims me.
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A Teaser from Teacher’s Bet
Olivia goes to Vegas to cash in her V-card, but she never expects the hottest guy there to call her bluff. The catch? He’s her professor!
I’m flying on a high full of vodka, gambling, and outright lust. The glitz and glamor of the casino has gone straight to my head, as well
as the countless drinks Aiden keeps pushing my way.
Not that I’m complaining. This is hands-down one of the most exciting nights of my life. After hours of blackjack, I now have a stack of chips so big I could probably pay for my tuition for the next semester outright—without my scholarship. But even more thrilling is the fact that this sexy as fuck man seems to want me just as much as I want him.
I lean toward Aiden and put my hand on his thigh, a wicked gleam in my eyes. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” The room has a hazy glow to it, the lights of the casino blurred around the edges, waving back and forth slightly. “Because I think I’m well on my way.”
He chuckles, and I feel the deep rumble all the way through my body, a delicious tug at my core causing my breath to hitch. He’s the one I want tonight, but instead of feeling nervous or jittery about the idea of losing my virginity, all I feel is blossoming desire, simmering on a slow burn until I’m not sure I can take it much longer. The build up to where I want this night to go has been like foreplay. Long, lingering stares, subtle innuendos, teasing touches.
“That’s a fair statement,” he murmurs, trailing a finger from my shoulder to my wrist. Then his gray eyes lock on mine. “I see why you might think that. But I definitely don’t want you drunk. I want you to remember every minute of this night.”
I shiver, not sure if he means how well I’ve played tonight or…something else. Before I can find out, the dealer calls for our bets. A bit of a crowd has gathered as the night has worn on, and their cheers and excitement have only urged me on, challenged me to be more daring.
I’m laying down thousand-dollar bets as if it’s nothing. As if this money sitting in front of me isn’t life changing. But right now, in the heat of the moment, I can’t seem to stop. I’m caught up in the whirlwind, the frenzy of a high-stakes card game. And the prospect of what my prize will be at the end of the night.
My competitive streak has also made an appearance. The one that earned me the title of valedictorian and scored me scholarships to the colleges of my choice. The one that might get me in trouble if I’m not careful. Because Aiden doesn’t bat an eye at throwing down outrageous bets.