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“Come on, you’re not going to fuck me in two layers of clothes, Chloe. Let me at least see your tits,” he pled.

I shook my head. “It’s embarrassing.”

He kissed my neck. “It’s sexy. Take off your shirt.”

I pulled back, soaking up the way he desired me. All of me. So, a bit gingerly, I pulled my fleece and shirt over my head, feeling ever so exposed in my sad sports bra that sat right above my burgeoning stomach—the one I hid every day.

“See, you’re beautiful,” Cole kissed me again.

I basked in it. I longed for the way our lips met and the feeling of his tongue gently pressing against mine. I wanted everything again. I needed it. He played with the underside of my bra.

“You don’t want to take this off, too?”

“Take off your boxers and we’ll talk,” I said.

I knew my tits were huge and he would find them appealing, but I also that my nipples were a different color, and I had blue lines streaking every which way. Somehow, this mattered more in the moment than my bump.

He kicked his boxers aside decisively. I had to comply.

“Should I turn the lights off?” I longed for a distraction.

“No,” Cole walked towards the bathroom. “I want to go down on you endlessly and to watch every twitch and expression on your face. And I need you to ride me and take everything. The lights stay on.”

Fuck. He really had committed to this. He ducked in the bathroom as I took off my bra.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

“Grabbing a towel. I’m going to make you squirt,” Cole said. “I’m coming prepared, okay?”

I shimmied out of my panties, feeling very naked for only a beat. As Cole emerged, taking in all of me, my fears fell. He was far too turned on for me to doubt myself. The way he lived for this vision of me allayed my fears.

“Get on the bed,” I barked.

“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed, ever so obedient.

“You’re going to go down on me until I cannot speak. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Cole fell into bed.

I settled on the towel, legs still together. As he approached, I vibrated with need. He was so good at giving head that I couldn’t wait for this next bit. Cole kissed my knees, parting them. Eyes glued to mine, he rolled his fingers over my clit. A full-body shudder followed. I bit my lip and gripped the blankets. Then, he dug in.

I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’d been so desperate to get off the last few weeks that sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night after a particularly horny dream and masturbated to furious completion, but this was better. Cole’s tongue was a divine intervention.

I threaded one hand through his hair, pressing him deeper against me as I ground my hips into his face, hungry for a release. Though my hand now had to negotiate burgeoning real estate between myself and him, I didn’t care. Cole craved me most of all. He gave more, lapping up my taste unrelentingly.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, Cole! Yes!” I erupted, unable to play it cool.

Happy in this random hotel, it didn’t matter who heard me come.

Cole allowed me to finish twitching and writhing through a long, drawn out, beautiful orgasm before kissing up my body. I watched, enraptured as he didn’t avoid my bump. It was dirty, yes, but also wholesome. My pregnant body didn’t frighten him, but seemed a turn-on.

Cole pressed me into bed, his erection brushing against my entrance. I greedily tried to pull him inside, wrapping my legs tight around him. However, Cole denied me. He freed himself and rolled on his back.

“Okay, landlady, get to work,” he chuckled. “Make a mess on me.”

Breathless, I silently followed his directions, straddling him and rolling my hips until he filled me.

“Oh, fuck, I’ve missed your cock,” I gasped. “Oh, fuck.”