Page 69 of Nine Month Contract
God, yes, I think as she quakes and ruptures over me, her wetness sliding along my stubble as she grinds down on me, fucking my mouth like it’s my cock.
If you’d walked into this barn right now, you’d see me in some ungodly position that I didn’t even know my body was capable of squatting in. But I’ll contort myself in whatever way I must to swallow this woman’s release. I’m milking her for once instead of the other way around, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
“Holy shit,” she repeats as I extract myself from her grip and stand in front of her. Her eyes are wide and horrified as she drags her palm along my lips and chin, wiping her arousal off me. “That’s so embarrassing.”
“Shut up.” I grab behind her knees and hoist her up on the counter with a bit of effort.
Her brows pinch together as she shoves my shoulders. “Did you just tell me to shut up?”
“Yes.”
Her red-stained lips part, her cheeks flushed, her hair a mess, and her stunning eyes fill with disagreement once again. “You can’t—”
“Yes, I can.” I reach down to pull my belt out of my jeans. My cock is numb from being constrained for so long, and I ache to release it from its denim prison. I grip her chin, my eyes zeroing in on her pouty mouth, which is two seconds away from telling me off. “Don’t ever feel shame for feeling pleasure. You apologize for coming on my face ever again, and we’ll have problems.”
Her lips do a good impression of a fish out of water as she struggles with how to reply to that, so I decide to respond for her and cover her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue deep into her so she can taste the deliciousness of what I just devoured.
In my time on the mountain, I’ve learned to let go of what society thinks is dirty or wrong…if it feels good and isn’t illegal and no one gets hurt, it’s fucking mine for the taking. If there’s one thing I can send Trista home with after this pregnancy is over…it’s the ability to let go of those inhibitions of hers.
And when her legs wrap around my waist and her fingers slice into my hair as her tongue meets my own, thrusting into my mouth, I have a feeling she will be a quick study.
“Fuck me in the stall like you promised,” she gasps as she pulls away from me and slides off the counter.
My brows lift in appreciation. Can a student surpass a teacher on the first day of class?
She drags me into the open stall, pulling me into her body, her hand sliding over my denim-constrained cock. I hate it. It fucking hurts and makes everything in my body twitch with irritation.
“Stop fucking with it and pull it out,” I growl, gripping the back of her hair before my lips descend onto her throat to drag my tongue up to her jaw.
“God, you are demanding.” She huffs as she undoes my jeans, and my vision blurs as her fingers grip my bare shaft with frustration. Her head tips back, and I feel her warm breath on my neck as she sighs. “Better?”
“Uh-huh,” I groan, my balance swaying as I reach out and brace myself on the gate. “Oh God, I don’t know what I want more, your mouth or your cunt.”
“Why not both?” she says, dropping to her knees. Without hesitation, she wraps her lush lips around me, causing my vision to blur.
“Fuuuck,” I croon out, trying to regain focus.
She takes me as deep as she can, but it’s not nearly deep enough. Her tongue laves over my tip with every bob, and it isn’t until I feel the drag of her teeth over my crown that I start to wonder how long I’ll be able to last.
“Get up,” I command, gripping her arm and pulling her up.
“I was just getting started.”
“I don’t want to come down your throat,” I hiss and turn her around, cascading my hands greedily over her breasts, which are still concealed under this fucking dress that’s been torturing me all night.
“Where do you want to come?” she says, her face turning into my neck as her hand reaches back to fork through my hair.
My mind wars with itself as I grind into her ass because I already know the answer, but I shouldn’t tell her. I should go get a fucking condom out of my truck and come in it like I have with every other woman I’ve ever fucked.
But my hand drops from her breast to her belly, and a possessiveness roars inside me as I feel a small bump there. The word “mine” comes into play again. This baby is mine, this woman is mine, this cunt…I want it to be mine.
No fucking shame.
My voice is hoarse as I grind into her ear. “I want to come inside you.”
Her breath hitches as my hands roam over her body, memorizing all the supple peaks and valleys. We’ve both been tested. My semen has already been inside her. In the grand scheme of things, this isn’t that big of an ask.
But I can feel her uncertainty, so I elaborate, “I want to watch my seed drip out of your greedy little cunt after I give you another orgasm.” I exhale heavily, my nose gliding over the shell of her ear. “But if that’s too much for you, just say the word, and I’ll go get a condom right now.”
