Big Girls Do It Pregnant by Jasinda Wilder

suction; when he thrust, I pumped his length. I cupped his balls in my other hand and massaged them, letting my middle finger extend back toward his taint and rubbing gently.  
    He buried both hands in my hair and held tight, not pushing me down, just holding, fisting his fingers in my curls. “God… damn . Oh, god, I’m close. So close. Don’t tease me, baby. Let me come, please.” I slowed my rhythm on him, just to tease him. “No, fuck no…” He wanted to pull me onto him, but didn’t.  
    I laughed with my mouth still latched around his soft salty skin, and the buzz of my voice drove him wild. I let him thrust deep, relaxed my throat and took him deeper, clenching him with my fist and lips and my throat muscles, working him into a frenzy. His hips lifted off the couch, and he fluttered his cock in shallow, desperate thrusts. I didn’t relent then but worked him faster, fingering his taint and fisting his base with a blurring hand, my grip loose so I was barely brushing his skin.  
    I felt him tense in my hands, heard him groan, curse, and gasp. He fell down onto the couch, then thrust again, and this time he did pull me against him, just a little, just enough to let me know he was about to explode. I hummed in my throat as I swallowed his tip as deep as I could, fisting him furiously.
    “Oh, god…” Chase’s fingers tightened in my hair. “I’m coming…”
    He detonated with a groan. I felt his balls tense, and then hot liquid splashed down my throat. I backed away and took him deep again, setting a bobbing rhythm as he came again, and then again, spurting hard each time, groaning and cursing nonstop.
    The payoff for him was almost as much of one for me. I loved watching him lose control, completely sated, eyes rolled back in blissed-out ecstasy. I continued to suck and stroke him as he softened, milking every last drop of pleasure from him.
    Eventually I released him and sat next to him on the couch.  
    “Fuck, Jay,” he said, pulling his jeans back on. “I think that may have been the best blow job you’ve ever given me.”
    I pushed his hands away and fastened his pants for him, enjoying the fact that he was panting, out of breath and sweating. “Good,” I said. “That’s the goal. Each BJ should be the best one yet.”
    “I think you succeeded, if that’s your goal.” He leaned in and kissed me, as he always did after I went down on him. “So how can I make you feel good?”
    “You just did,” I told him, sliding into the nook of his shoulder.
    He snorted. “No, sweetheart. That was you making me feel good. You’re getting things backward.”
    I laughed. “I get pleasure from that. Not sexual pleasure, like, it doesn’t give me an ‘O,’ but I enjoy your reactions, making you feel good. We’ve talked about this.”
    “I know,” he said, stroking my arm with his thumb. “But I still don’t entirely believe you when you say you like it.”
    “Do you like going down on me?” I asked him.
    “Yeah, for the same reasons you said. I like giving you pleasure, making you feel good.”
    “Well, there you go.”  
    “So can I do that to you, then?” he asked.
    I shook my head. “Sadly, no. There’s nothing I’d love more than to have you munch my rug until I can’t breathe, believe me. But at this point, it’s not penetration that’s the problem. It’s my blood pressure. It’s why I’m not supposed to exert myself. I have to stay off my feet so the effort of walking doesn’t become too much. In which case, I’m pretty sure your expert skills in cunnilingus would make my blood pressure spike through the fucking roof.”
    Chase laughed. “Expert cunnilingus skills, huh?”
    I nodded, patting his chest. “Yep. Masterful. You’re an artisan of pussy-licking. A connoisseur of oral orgasm administration.”
    Chase laughed so hard my head bounced on his chest. “Good to know you enjoy it.” He met my eyes. “I feel bad that you gave me that, and I can’t do anything