Chapter 79 #79
Chapter 79
~Shailyn’s POV~
I was laying on the bed. Despite it being cold period, I was feeling warm. I took a cup of water and laid down back. I was really sleepy. I didn't know when sleep took me into the world of wet dream.
The bedroom felt too warm, the sheets clinging to my skin like they knew what was happening inside me. Pregnancy had turned every sensation into fire, my breasts heavy and sensitive, my thighs constantly slick, an ache that pulsed low in my belly no matter how many times I tried to ease it with my own fingers. I rolled onto my back, one hand sliding under the hem of my T-shirt, the other cupping the gentle swell where the baby kicked softly.
I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. Dwayne’s face appeared first, those same dark eyes as Dante’s, but quieter, steadier. I didn't know when I slept off.
Suddenly, Dwayne entered the room. He stood at the edge of the bed, shirt already unbuttoned, jeans low on his hips.
“You’re staring, Shailyn.” He said, a small smile tugging his lips.
“Can’t help it.” I pushed myself up on my elbows, T-shirt riding high. “You look… different tonight.”
“Different how?” He stepped closer, knees sinking into the mattress between my feet.
“Like you know exactly what I need.”
His fingers brushed my ankle, light at first. “Maybe I do. Tell me.”
I swallowed. “I’m always so turned on now. Hormones. I can’t stop thinking about being touched.”
“Where do you want my hands first?”
“Thighs.” My voice came out breathy. “Then higher. Spread me open.”
He slid both palms up my legs, slowly, thumbs tracing the sensitive insides until he reached the crease where thigh met hip. He pushed my knees wider.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “No panties. Already dripping for me.”
Heat flooded my face. “Been like this all day. Touch me there. Please.”
“Like this?” One finger traced my folds, barely parting them, collecting wetness.
“More,” I begged. “Use your mouth.”
He groaned, low and hungry, and lowered himself between my thighs. “You want my tongue on this pretty pussy?”
“Yes.” I lifted my hips. “Lick me slow. Then suck. Make me shake.”
His breath ghosted over me first, hot, teasing, then the flat of his tongue dragged from my entrance all the way up to my clit. I gasped.
“God…again…”
He did it slower this time, savoring, tongue flat and broad. “You taste so fucking good, Shailyn. Sweet. Addictive.”
“Suck my clit,” I whispered. “Please, Dwayne. I need it.”
He sealed his lips around the swollen bud and sucked, gentle pulses at first, then harder, tongue flicking fast underneath. My thighs trembled around his head.
“Right there…don’t stop…”
“Like that?” He hummed against me, the vibration ripping a moan from my throat.
“Yes, finger me too. Two fingers. Curl them.”
He slid two thick fingers inside, easy because I was so wet, and curled them upward, stroking that spot that made my toes curl.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered against my clit. “Clenching like you’re trying to pull me deeper.”
“I want you deeper.” I rocked against his face. “Add another. Stretch me.”
He pushed in a third finger, thrusting slow and deep while his mouth worked my clit in relentless circles. Wet sounds filled the room, my slick coating his chin, his wrist, the sheets.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said between licks.
“Perfect.” I panted. “Like I’m going to come apart. Keep talking. Don’t stop eating me.”
“You’re so wet it’s dripping down my hand,” he growled. “I could do this all night. Suck this clit until you scream my name.”
“I’m close….D….wayne……I’m so close…”
“Come on my tongue,” he ordered. “Let me taste it. Give it to me.”
He sucked harder, fingers pumping faster, curling on every stroke. The orgasm slammed into me, hard, blinding. I cried out, thighs clamping around his ears, pulsing around his fingers, gushing against his mouth. He kept licking softly through it, drawing out every tremor until I whimpered.
“Too sensitive…please…”
He kissed the inside of my thigh, then crawled up my body, lips shiny, eyes dark. “You okay?”
“Better than okay.” I reached for his jeans, fumbling with the button. “I need you inside me now.”
He helped me, shoving the denim down, cock springing free, thick, hard, the tip already wet. He settled between my legs, rubbing the head along my folds.
“How do you want it?”
“Slow first.” I wrapped my legs around him. “Let me feel you stretch me.”
He pushed in inch by inch, both of us groaning as he filled me completely.
“So full,” I breathed. “You feel… so right.”
“Fuck, Shailyn.” He rocked gently, grinding deep. “This pussy’s gripping me like it never wants to let go.”
“Harder now.” I dug my nails into his back. “Fuck me like you can’t hold back.”
He pulled almost out, then slammed home. I gasped.
“Yes… ag…ain…har…der…”
He set a punishing rhythm, deep, relentless strokes that made the bed creak. My breasts bounced, nipples grazing his chest.
“You like that?” he rasped. “Like me pounding you deep?”
“Love it.” I clenched around him. “Don’t stop. Come inside me.”
“Gonna fill you up,” he warned, hips snapping faster. “Gonna pump you so full it drips out when I pull away.”
“Do it.” I locked my ankles behind him. “Breed me. Please.”
He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low groan, hot pulses flooding me, triggering my second orgasm. I shuddered beneath him, milking every drop while waves rolled through me.
We stayed locked together, breathing ragged. He kissed my forehead, my cheek, my lips, slow, soft.
“You’re everything,” he murmured.
I smiled against his mouth. “Stay.”
“Always.”
Warmth wrapped around me. Sleep pulled me under.
Then the fan’s hum cut through the haze. The light was cooler, morning-gray. My eyes snapped open.
The bed was empty.
I was alone, legs tangled in damp sheets, T-shirt rucked up, thighs sticky with my own release. My core still fluttered faintly, nipples peaked, clit sensitive from phantom touches.
Dwayne.
Dante’s brother.
The same man who’d stood in the kitchen hours ago, making strawberry cake with me, saying, I should rest, he will clean up.
My hand flew to my mouth. Heat, shame, guilt, horror flooded my cheeks.
But beneath it, deeper, was something else: bone-deep satisfaction. The kind that made my body hum even now. I was still feeling wet and horny. It felt so real. So familiar. Like my body recognized him in a way it shouldn’t. And shamelessly, I love it.
I curled onto my side, one arm wrapped protectively around my belly, the other pressed between my thighs where I was still slick, still aching.
Tears pricked my eyes.
What the hell was I doing?