“Mmmhmm,” she sighs, digging her fingers into my hair and forcibly attempting to guide my head to her hungry pussy. “But they can’t compete with the stars.”

“You wanna see stars, love?” I nip and kiss along her bikini line, trailing my tongue up the curve of her hip.

“God, yes.” Her panting breaths and my pulse engage in a feverish battle toward the finish line as I begin to slowly advance, backing her toward the bed.

“You’re so sexy,” I say, gripping her waist and stroking my thumbs over her tiny baby bump. The slight swell of her abdomen is driving me insane. “You always were,” I add, pressing kisses over her stomach. “But fuck if these curves don’t make it damn near impossible to control myself.”

“Who says you have to?”

“This is a marathon, Li’l Bit, not a sprint.”

“Oh…” she says, shocked as her legs make contact with the mattress.

“Sit.”

She does without pause.

I wrench her legs apart, kissing my way from her inner knee to the lace thong shielding her cunt. “You smell so fucking good, baby,” I say, hovering a breath away from her clit. “Jesus, I can practically taste it.”

“Lyle,” she moans, pushing her hips forward, desperate for me to put my mouth on her.

“Lay back,” I say, placing open mouth kisses along her torso as I crawl in over her. “Good girl.”

She preens beneath my praise, sliding back to the middle of the mattress without much prodding.

“Such a good fucking girl.” I cup each of her tits in opposite hands, pinching her nipples where they’re jutting through the openings in her lingerie.

She bucks against me when I lower my mouth to her right breast, lapping my tongue over the swollen bud while tweaking with my fingers.

Sammi fists a hand into my hair, pulling as she thrashes beneath me. When her mumbled praise becomes a series of incoherent gibberish, I know she’s nearly there.

Propelled by her eagerness, I attack with renewed vigor, alternating between nipping and sucking each of her swollen breasts in turn. I have to remind myself not to lose control, so I won’t hurt her. The harder I bite down, the more ravenous she becomes.

“Mmm,” I groan, tugging her nipple between my teeth. “So, my sweet girl likes it rough…”

My assessment sends her hurtling over the edge. Eyes pulled tight, she arches from the bed moaning through her climax as she damn near rips my hair out from the roots.

“Fuck, yeah, Jailbait. Give it to me.”

I keep after it while she bucks beneath me, not slowing until her grip on my hair goes lax and she sags into the mattress, limp and panting.

Chapter Twelve