“You ready for me again?” I ask, moving my hand down to her smooth lips.

“Yes.” She spreads her legs, giving me better access.

“Good, cause I’m gonna fuck you raw, fill you with my cum and then wash you clean. You understand me?” I ask, watching her quiver at my words.

“Sy,” she breathes, “we’re risking it.” Her words fight it, but her body is ready to obey me in an instant.

“Good. Now bend over and show me that pretty pussy,” I demand, my control slipping when she does as she’s told. “Spread them wider,” I instruct, watching her feet inch further apart. Her tight little asshole stares back at me and even though we’ve never talked about it, the thought of taking her there has my balls aching. My hand moves on its own accord, trailing up along the inside of her thigh, and grazing her pussy lips before running a slow and deliberate trail to her back entrance. I see the muscle flexing at my touch.

“You want me to take you there, baby? ‘Cause I’m going to,” I promise her with the intent to fulfill it soon.

“No,” she answers, but I hear the interest behind her words.

“Yes, you do. Don’t lie.”

“It’s going to hurt,” she complains, tensing up when I add some pressure.

“Not if I do it right,” I tell her as I slide my finger down to her pussy, and drag her wetness up to her ass. Fuck, what I would do just to fuck her there.

“Okay,” she breathes out, moving her body in motion with my lazy strokes.

“Not now, baby, but soon,” I promise, becoming rock hard knowing it will happen soon.

“Okay,” she moans when I slide the tip of my finger past the entrance to her ass.

“Fuck, woman, don’t tempt me now.” I inch my finger further in.

“More,” she begs as I slowly slide my finger out. Stepping forward, I line my cock up with her pussy and let her heat take me.

“Fuck, you feel tight,” I murmur, letting the tightness of her pussy grip my cock. I don't know what feels better, her tight cunt, or the warmth of her asshole around my finger as I sink further into her.

“Keep still,” she instructs, holding onto the shower seat. She spreads a little wider and leans forward, slowly sliding off my dick. I want to follow her, stay planted deeply, but her command stops me. “Sy, let me.” She slowly sinks back onto my cock, repeating the process in a deliberate rhythm. She might be riding me at the slowest pace, but it couldn’t feel any fucking better.

“Fuck, I can’t even begin to describe how fucking awesome that feels,” I tell her as she continues to glide along my cock. I want to dig my hands into her side, grab on and just bang the fuck out of her, but the feeling of her slowly milking me is holding me off. I follow her movements with my finger, slowly easing in and out of her ass, at the same pace my cock slides out of her pussy.

“Sy,” she murmurs, keeping her rhythm up. I’m not lying; I’ve never felt anything like it before. The overwhelming need to explode sits at the base of my spine, but the slow movements as she slides forward then back just holds me off.

“I don’t know what you’re doing with that cunt of yours, but I don’t ever want it to stop,” I groan as she clenches around me drawing out her own orgasm. “Fuck,” I shout as stars burst from behind my eyes when I release one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. “Woman, you’re too much,” I admit, fumbling with my feelings. I feel like I’ve just been taken to the edge and don’t ever want to come back. How the hell did I end up here? Wanting to completely surrender to her. “You’re so fucking amazing, Holly,” I tell her when she stands to full height.

“Right back at you.” She turns and her eyes light up with her smile. It’s a smile that lets me know all is right in our world.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Holly

“I’ll have the chicken melt, please.” I order, handing the menu back to the waitress.

“And for you?” she turns to ask Kadence.

“I’ll get a double cheeseburger with bacon and a side of loaded fries. And I’ll have a chocolate milkshake and strawberry milkshake,” she smiles sweetly.

“Two milkshakes?” the unsuspecting waitress asks.

“Yeah.” Kadence shrugs like it's no big deal.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” the young waitress says, taking our menus to place our order.

“What?” she asks, catching me looking at her.

“Are we expecting Nix?” I tease.

“Ha-ha! I’ve been so hungry the last week or so. I can’t get enough.” She leans back resting her hands over her growing bump.

“How have you been?” I ask, feeling like we haven’t had a chance to actually talk. I haven't had a moment alone since that afternoon Sy came to my apartment three weeks ago. It’s not that we haven’t spoken, but so much has happened. Between mine and Sy’s issues, which we’ve had to work through, we’ve been living in our own world of work, club life and being together. It’s meant my life’s been pretty hectic.

“I’ve had the worst heartburn the last few weeks. I swear to God, I can’t wait to have this child vacated,” she complains, making me laugh.

“Kadence, you’re not even halfway,” I laugh at her being over it.

“Don’t remind me. Seriously, why did I ever let Nix put a baby inside of me?”