Chapter 172
Elle’s POV
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Brad’s eyes darkened with raw hunger, but he moved slowly, carefully, always mindful of the baby bump between us. He kissed me again,
deeper this time, his tongue plunging into my mouth like he was fucking it, tasting me, claiming me.
I moaned into him, my hands clutching his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles ripple under my fingers. His hands roamed down my sides,
rough and possessive, until they reached the hem of my dress. With a swift tug, he yanked it over my head, tossing it aside like it
offended him. My swollen breasts bounced free, heavy and aching, my nipples stiff peaks begging for attention.
I bit my lip hard, feeling so exposed under his scorching gaze. My tits were bigger now, veined and sensitive from the pregnancy, and the
way he stared at them made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“Brad…” I whimpered, trying to cross my arms over my chest to hide, but he caught my wrists, pinning them gently above my head.
“No hiding, Elle,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you–your tits are fucking perfect.” His free hand cupped one breast,
squeezing the soft flesh, thumb rolling over my nipple until it throbbed. I arched off the bed with a gasp, pleasure shooting straight to my
clit like a bolt of lightning.
Oh god, it felt so good, too good–my nipples were hypersensitive, every pinch and twist making my pussy clench emptily, leaking more
slick onto the sheets.
He lowered his head, his hot mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the bud relentlessly. I cried out, my
body jerking as waves of ecstasy rippled through me.
“Fuck, Brad… that… oh shit, it’s too much!” I babbled, embarrassed by how loud I was, how my hips bucked up seeking friction. But I couldn’t stop–the suction on my tit was driving me wild, making my cunt throb with need, juices trickling down my thighs.
Brad released my nipple with a wet pop, leaving it glistening and swollen, then moved to the other one, biting down just enough to make
me yelp in delicious pain–pleasure
He slid his hand down my belly, tracing the curve protectively before dipping between my legs. He hooked his fingers into my panties, ripping them off with a sharp tug that made me gasp. The cool air hit my exposed pussy, and I squeezed my thighs together instinctively, mortified by how soaked I was, my folds puffy and dripping.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice low and filthy. “Let me see that pretty little cunt.”
My face flamed red–I was so shy about showing him, about how desperate my body was–but the ache was unbearable.
Slowly, I parted my thighs, exposing my slick, shaved pussy to him. H
Two fingers parted my lips, sliding through the wetness, and I moaned shamelessly as he circled my swollen clit. The touch was electric; I was so sensitive there, every stroke making my hips twitch, pleasure building like a storm.
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“Brad… please…” I begged, my voice a needy whine. I felt like a slut for wanting it so bad, but god, it felt amazing–his fingers teasing my entrance, dipping in just enough to stretch me, then pulling out to rub my clit again. My inner walls fluttered, craving more, and I rocked against his hand, chasing the high. It feels so good… I–I’m so wet for you.”
He chuckled darkly, adding a third finger and thrusting deeper, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside me. “That’s it, ride my fingers like a good girl. Your tight pussy’s sucking me in.” The obscene squelching sounds filled the room as he finger–fucked me harder, his thumb pressing on my clit in firm circles. I was lost, my head thrashing on the pillow, moans turning to screams. ‘Oh fuck, yes… right there! Don’t stop… I’m gonna come just from this!”
But he pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me empty and whining. “Not yet,” he said, stripping off his clothes with hurried movements. His cock sprang free–massive, thick as my wrist, veins bulging along the shaft, the head purple and leaking precum. I stared, my mouth watering despite my shyness, my pussy clenching at the sight. It was so big, so intimidating, but I wanted it buried deep,
stretching me until I couldn’t think.
Brad climbed over me, settling between my spread legs, his body a wall of heat and muscle. “You ready for my cock, Elle?” he asked,
rubbing the tip through my folds, coating himself in my juices. I nodded frantically, but when he pushed in–just the head breaching me-
I gasped at the burn, the delicious stretch.
He inched in slowly, careful of my belly, but once halfway, he thrust deeper, filling me completely. I screamed in ecstasy, my nails digging
into his back. “Brad! Oh god, your cock… it’s so big, it’s splitting me open!” Every inch dragged against my sensitive walls, hitting spots
that made stars explode behind my eyes. I was so full, so stretched, and it felt incredible–the pressure on my G–spot, the way my clit
rubbed against his pubic bone with each shallow rock.
He started moving, slow at first, long strokes that let me feel every ridge of his dick sliding in and out.
“You like that? My cock pounding your greedy pussy?” His words were dirty, making me blush even as they turned me on more. I nodded,
whimpering.
“Faster… harder,‘ I pleaded, surprising myself with how bold I sounded, but the pleasure was overwhelming. He obliged, picking up speed, his hips slamming into mine with controlled force, the bed creaking under us. His cock pistoned in and out, the wet slaps echoing lewdly.
“Yes! Fuck me, Brad… your cock feels so good inside me!” I was babbling now, lost in the bliss, my pussy fluttering around him, clenching tighter with every thrust. Side sensations flooded me–the way my belly tightened protectively, the sweat slicking our skin, his balls slapping against my ass, heavy and full.
He reached down, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts, and I shattered. “I’m coming! Oh fuck, I’m coming on your cock!” The orgasm ripped through me, my walls spasming wildly, milking him as waves of pure ecstasy crashed over me. I squirted a little, soaking his groin, embarrassed but too far gone to care- it just felt so fucking amazing, like my body was on fire with pleasure.
Brad groaned, thrusting erratically now. He buried deep, his cock twitching as he exploded, hot spurts of seed flooding my pussy, filling me until it leaked out around him. The sensation prolonged my high, making me shudder and moan.
He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms, our bodies sticky and spent. I burrowed into his chest, shy again in the afterglow, but glowing with satisfaction. My pussy still throbbed faintly, full of his cum, and I knew I’d never felt anything so perfect.
