CEO'S Secret Baby: A Standalone Surprise Pregnancy Romance by Iona Rose (books for 5 year olds to read themselves .TXT) 📕

“It was,” he said, but then his teeth troubled his bottom lip for a moment.

I stared, as once again all else fell away beyond my now established need to have this man.

He pulled me even closer to him.

Goosebumps erupted along my arms, betraying my current vulnerability to him.

Catching the soft flesh of my ear between his teeth, he nibbled gently on the sensitive flesh, while my fingers dug into the leather sofa for some stability. His lips trailed down my jawline, just close enough for his heated breath to sear my skin, accompanied with the occasional kiss that sent jolts of delicious pleasure through me.

The sexual tension between us was like nothing I had ever experienced before. The man seemed unreal. I almost felt no shame in admitting with the unmistakable promise in his eyes, he was about to take me to a place I’d never been and wouldn’t want to come away from.

What I felt for this man right now was a blazing lust. I wanted him ramming into me in more ways than I was aware of. I could feel my arousal roll down my thighs, as my sex clenched repeatedly with frantic anticipation of his cock, sheathed perfectly within my walls and milking us both of dizzying pleasure.

Suddenly, he kissed me hard and my brain once again, shut down.

Kissing Carter caused a shock to my entire system, making me believe in magic; the kind that created an almost ethereal harmony between two people. His taste in my mouth made me burn from the inside out. So for the first time ever in my life, I wanted to be totally consumed without restraints… without inhibitions.

I didn't even register when I moved but in one moment, our lips were joined, and in the next, we were staring into each others eyes. I rose from my seat, bunched my skirt up over my thighs, and sat astride him.

I noted the heaving of our chests, rising and falling in a united rhythm that heightened our awareness and excitement for each other. My completely soaked sex rested on the rock hard bulge pushing against the fly of his jeans.

As I began to writhe my hips slowly against him, his eyes glazed over. And then they fluttered shut, his head falling slightly backwards as a low moan flowed from the back of his throat. This was my chance to explore him, so I leaned forward, my arms on either side of his head as I placed a kiss on the heated skin that covered his racing pulse.

He jerked slightly at the contact, his arms coming around my waist in encouragement.

I trailed the sculpt of his jaw with kisses, teasing his lower lip with my teeth and then letting my tongue out to playfully tickle the tip of his straight nose.

The tease greatly amused him, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he watched me while his hands slid downward to cup my ass. Abruptly, he straightened, as if he couldn't take any more and whispered into my ear, “What I want to do right now, is bend you over that table… jerk your legs apart and fuck you till you come, preferably screaming my name.”

My heart instantly reacted at his declared intention, as it sped up. I paused for a moment to catch my breath, my hands raking through the thickness of his silky hair as I tried my best to commit every second of this moment to memory. “I like that idea.”

He leaned back against the couch then, every trace of amusement gone from his eyes as he studied me. “We can’t… right now,” he said. “I didn’t come prepared.”

I brushed my hand down along his flawless face… his unpreparedness made me feel just a little bit happy. He hadn’t just generally been on the hunt with me being just one prey amongst many others he could have caught for the night. Instead, I was a welcome coincidence…. a gift thrown in his path… like he was to me.

My gaze moved over to the glass wall with its clear view of the madness below. “It would have been something too, for you to fuck me against that glass. We can see them, but they can’t see us… but I also came unprepared. What a shame.”

Something changed in his eyes. His gaze, overtaken by a longing so dark that it sent shivers down my spine. With one swift sweep of his hand, he cleared everything off the table—it all went crashing down to the ground.

With a brief glance, I could see the shattered glass flutes, the overturned bottle and blocks of ice scattered in every direction. And what was left of our appetizer.

He lifted me off his lap as he stood, deposited me on the table and jerked my legs apart.

With a hard tug the lace of my thong was ripped apart and pulled away to expose my sex.

Open and vulnerable, my pussy was bare to him and I had never felt so turned on. “Carter…” I breathed his name out.

Unexpectedly, he sat back down, hooked my legs across his shoulders, and covered my sex with his mouth.

I almost flew off the table, but his grip on my thighs seemed like a vice, locking me down to keep me from moving. “Jesus,” I gasped as his tongue shot out and he gave my soaked cleft a long hard lick from the base to my mound. “Ohhh.” I held onto his head.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasped, pulling me even closer to him.

His handling was rough, but it made me feel like he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. My back arched while my body writhed as he shoved his tongue inside of me and then circled the engorged bud between my soaked lips with the pad of his thumb.

I was amazed. Truly and most definitely overtaken by the tumult of pleasure crashing over my body like a tsunami. I’d been