Senn (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 5) Read Free Page A

to taste one.
    “Oh God,” Abby moans, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. She thrusts her chest out farther when I suck on her nipple. “Easy there, Black & Decker nut-buster. The flopsy twins are really freakin’ sensitive.”
    I barely withhold my laughter. When I smile at the creative nickname, her tit slides out of my mouth. “Sensitive good or sensitive bad?” I ask since her body is saying one thing while her lips are saying another.
    She blinks her chocolate eyes open to respond. “Good. Really good.”
    That’s all I need to know. Lowering my mouth again, I take the wet nipple between my lips, roll it around my tongue and suck on it a little. Oh, yeah. Abby gasps, and her thighs clench tightly around my hips like she’s enjoying what I’m doing. My cock jerks forward against my zipper, seeking her wet heat. As I press forward, the hem of her dress slides up the top of her legs; and I suddenly need to know if she’s wearing panties or going commando like the night in the club. I slide my hand up her inner thigh until my thumb touches her completely bare pussy.
    “Fuck, Abby. Do you ever wear panties?” I ask when I slip a finger inside of her wet heat, making her gasp.
    “All my panties are too small for my fat ass,” she says.
    “Whatever,” I reply. “You just like walking around all day with your pussy out, begging for a cock to fill it.”
    “Shut up,” she says as her fingers thread into my hair to guide my mouth over to her neglected nipple. “Oh, that feels so good,” she mutters quietly to herself like she doesn’t want me to hear her saying that she enjoys it.
    While my finger slides in and out of her slick pussy, the heel of my hand keeps bumping her swollen lower belly. I finally give in and move my palm up until I’m at the fullest section right below her bellybutton. The bump is harder than I expected, tight and smooth. So this is where our alien is incubating? Our daughter. Abby’s belly feels warmer than the rest of her skin, which explains the whole bun in the oven analogy.
    “Stop that,” she says, grabbing my hand and shoving it back down to her pussy. I dip two fingers through her wet folds and push them inside of her, making her eyes close on another moan. “Oh God! I’m gonna come so fast,” she warns. Holding onto my hand with both of hers, she keeps the thrusts moving how she wants them until she clenches around my fingers as I suck on her titty harder. When she cries out, I worry someone might hear her, so I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her for the first time today just to, you know, keep the sound down.
    I swallow all her sexy sounds as her body convulses like she’s never come so hard. Now I can’t help but wonder how many men she’s screwed since that night three or four months ago. Fuck knows I couldn’t tell you how many different women I’ve been with. But for whatever reason, I don’t want any dicks in her while she’s pregnant with my baby. That’s like sticking someone else’s toothbrush in your mouth. Wait, that’s sort of how sex always is…
    Abby reaches for the front of my pants, undoing the button and zipper like she can’t get them off quick enough. Once my boxers and tux pants are pushed down, she starts working on the buttons of my white dress shirt. I tug on her dress until she lifts her hips to let me pull it down and off. Then she’s scooting back farther on the bed while I shed the remainder of my clothes and follow.
    Climbing over her, well, I don’t know what the fuck she was talking about. Her body is incredible, curvier than before and so fucking sexy. She looks almost ethereal…glowing like a fertility goddess laid out in offering before me. And the fact that I made her this way has my chest and my cock swelling with pride. There’s nothing more masculine than being able to knock up a woman, even if it’s by accident. My boys are strong fucking swimmers since they apparently busted through a rubber,