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She breathes hard as she pushes down, taking the head of my cock inside of her. Even being just that much inside of her is mind-blowing.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “Take your time.”
She sinks down a little deeper, moaning as she takes more of me. I hold onto her hips and guide her, my cock throbbing and already leaking pre-cum inside her. She’s so warm and tight that I can barely think straight.Mine, I think hazily.All mine.
Sunny moans my name and I kiss her neck. She sinks down further, then further, until I’m more than halfway buried inside her.
“That’s it,” I rasp. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart.”
I grip onto her gorgeously big hips and start to slowly bounce her on my cock. Her breathing intensifies as she wraps her arms around me, digging her fingers through my hair. With every pump, I feel her getting a little more used to my size.
“Deeper,” she begs.
I bounce her harder on my cock.
“Oh, God,” she gasps. “Thorne!”
“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl.
“I’m yours. Only yours.”
I’m right on the edge, about to explode. I groan her name and dig my fingers into her hips and drive her hard down onto my cock. She cries out with pleasure, and then I can feel her coming, and I lose the last of my self-control. With a roar, I thrust all the way inside her and flood her with my seed.
6
SUNNY
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
“Is this your first?”
I smile and nod at the woman who just asked me the question. She’s ringing up my purchases, carefully folding each item before she sets it in the paper shopping bag.
“How exciting,” she says. “Are you having a boy or a girl?”
“We’re keeping it a surprise, actually,” I tell her, resting a hand on my belly.
“Really? How fun. Not many people do that these days. Are you hoping for one or the other?”
“Not really,” I say. “It would be fun to have a mini-me, of course, but the idea of having a boy is exciting, too. And I’d love for my husband to have a mini-him.”
The woman laughs and brings the shopping bag around the counter to hand it over. “Well, I hope you have an easy delivery and a healthy, happy baby. Thank you for coming in, dear.”
I wish her a nice day and carry my shopping bag out of the store. I’ve barely made it out when my stomach suddenly tightens.
“Not again,” I murmur, wincing with pain. I make my way over to a nearby bench and sit down to rest.
I’ve been having Braxton Hicks contractions for the past few weeks. Even though I read in one of my pregnancy books that they’re usually only uncomfortable, mine have been awful. I saw my doctor last week, and everything looks fine, but it’s still freaking me out a little that I’m experiencing this and I still have several weeks to go.
Taking a deep breath, I try to distract myself from the pain by focusing on all the good things in my life: I have an incredible husband who adores me. Our baby is healthy. And we’re about to move into our dream home. There’s so much to be grateful for, and so much to look forward to.
The pain in my abdomen has subsided. Using the bench for leverage, I push myself back up onto my feet. Then I grab the handles of my shopping bag and start to walk toward the next shop on my list.
Later that day, when I knock on the big red door of the firehouse, one of Thorne’s fellow crew members, Joe, greets me.
“Hey there, Sunny,” Joe says. “Thorne is out on a call, but you’re welcome to hang out here and wait for him.”
“Thanks, Joe,” I say, stepping inside the firehouse. I hold out the plate of sugar cookies I baked this afternoon. “These are for you guys.”
