The loft smelled of rain and old books when I pushed open the door. Marcus stood by the window, shirt half-unbuttoned, that familiar smirk already in place. "Late again, Elena. The baby keeping you busy, or were you just avoiding how much you want this?" His voice was low, teasing, but I wasn't about to let him win the banter.
I set my bag down and arched a brow, running a hand over my huge, round belly. "Avoiding? Please. I was deciding if your ego could handle how tight I still am. You talk a big game, but last time you nearly lost it before we started." I stepped closer, my petite frame contrasting his broad shoulders, and tugged his shirt open the rest of the way. My fingers traced his chest, feeling the heat already building under his skin.
Marcus laughed, a sharp, witty sound that matched mine. "Big talk from the woman who's been dripping wet since she walked in. I can smell how horny you are. Tell me, does that swollen belly make your pussy even more sensitive, or are you just dying for me to remind you who's in charge?" He pulled me in, hands sliding to my ass, squeezing firmly but letting me press back with equal force. I wasn't submissive; I ground against him, feeling his cock harden through his jeans.
"In charge? Cute. I let you think that," I shot back, unbuckling his belt with quick fingers. "But if you want this dripping pussy tonight, earn it. No rushing. Make me pant before you even think about that nine-inch cock." The air thickened with tension as we stripped, skin brushing, sweat already starting to sheen on our bodies. His eyes darkened at the sight of my heavy belly, pride and hunger mixing.
We moved to the bed, trading barbs the whole way. "Your ass looks incredible like this," he murmured, kissing down my neck. "All full and mine to explore." I pushed him onto his back for a moment, straddling his thighs. "Explore? More like worship. And don't forget the blowjob you owe me from last week." I leaned down, taking his hard cock in my mouth briefly, swirling my tongue until he groaned and pulled me up, both of us panting.
"Enough teasing," he growled, positioning himself between my legs. Using his knees, he spread them wide, pinning me beneath him without dropping his full weight. His gaze locked on my huge belly separating us, eyes hungry and proud at the contrast of his strong frame over my trembling, petite body. Then his hands slammed to my hips, fingers digging deep to tilt my pelvis up, controlling the angle.
He used only spit as lube, thrusting forward in one fierce motion, burying his cock deep inside my tiny, tight hole. The sensation hit him like lightning—the walls clamped around him like a velvet fist, an impossibly snug grip with no give, squeezing every inch of his length so fiercely there was zero room to maneuver. He felt the heat radiating, the pulsing pressure milking him instantly, his balls tightening as sweat broke across his brow. The tightness was a living thing, gripping and rippling, threatening to drag him over the edge before he even moved. My body packed full, the baby shifting up into my ribs with his weight, air rushing from my lungs.
"Fuck, Elena—it's so goddamn tight," he grunted, jaw clenched, freezing to fight the urge to come right then. "Like a fist choking my cock. I can barely breathe from how you squeeze me." I laughed breathlessly, strong and unyielding, wrapping my legs around him. "Then move, or I'll flip us and ride you till you cum screaming." He thrust again, the tightness making every stroke a battle, both of us sweating, panting, the wet sounds filling the room as I met him with equal force.
The climax built fast and hard. His cock drove deep, the relentless grip pushing him to the brink until he came with a shout, cum pulsing inside me as my own release followed, dripping and intense. We collapsed, bodies slick, hearts racing.
"Round two later," I whispered, already plotting the next chapter of our game.
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