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“Cum in me, Daddy! Please,” she sobs through her pleasure.
I slam home one more time and spill my load inside her, spurts of thick, hot cum filling her until she’s bursting with it. My orgasm seems to go on forever as each ripple of her spasming pussy continues to milk me until I’m officially drained dry.
I catch her under her hips when her knees give out and she can’t hold herself up any longer. I roll us to the side, keeping my cock plugged inside her perfect, magical pussy.
My pussy.
My woman.
My wife.
My forever.
Chapter 31
Dolly
“Dolly, please, I really do think we need to go back to the hospital.”
I hiss and clench my eyes shut, gripping the side of the tub as another contraction tightens my belly. “No, not yet. They’re just going to send us back home again.”
“Not this time. You’ve been at this for almost seven hours now. I think—”
I shush Wyatt as another contraction renders me immobile for a long moment. When it passes, I slump back in the bathtub to catch my breath. The only thing that makes these contractions somewhat bearable is the warm water he continually scoops from the bath and pours over my belly. He’s been kneeling next to the tub for well over an hour now, turning on the tap to add more hot water each time it cools.
I groan and grit my teeth as my belly tightens again. The fire I feel with each contraction starts in my lower abdomen, building and then traveling outward over my whole body to the very tips of my fingers and toes, consuming me with pain.
I’m never doing this again.
“Oh god, I’m never doing this again.” I turn angry eyes on Wyatt since he’s the reason I’m in this situation in the first place, though they soften when I see the look of concern and traces of panic in his expression. He’s panting almost as much as I am.
“That’s it. I’m putting my foot down,” he says as he palms my lower belly and smooths back the sweaty strands of hair that have fallen out of my bun over my face. “Your contractions are coming too close together, and we need to leave now if you don’t want to end up giving birth on the side of the road.” He mumbles under his breath, “It would be fitting, though, since that’s where we met.”
I’d laugh if I weren’t so exhausted.
I finally give in when the next contraction is more painful than all the others and leaves me gulping for air after it fades. He gingerly helps me to stand, but as soon as I’m fully upright, I feel a gush of release and an enormous amount of pressure down low, almost like I need to use the restroom, but worse.
His eyes widen, and the blood drains from his face. “I don’t think that was bathwater, babygirl.” I lean into his chest, doubling over and holding my huge belly through another contraction. “I think your water just broke.”
“Oh god, I think this is it. Help me sit down!” He lowers me, quickly but gently, back into the water, and I hold my belly as I lean back against the tub again. “Wyatt, I don’t know if I can do this. I—” There’s even more pressure now, and my words are cut off as I growl through the intense sensation.
“Oh shit, we’re not going to make it to the hospital in time. I need to call an ambulance. I’ll be right back.”
He runs out of the bathroom, and the pressure rebuilds much quicker than I expected. I curl in on myself and grip the lip of the tub when I feel the urge to bear down. He comes back in with his phone glued to his ear. I ignore everything he’s saying when the urge to bear down hits me again, stronger this time.
“Ow ow ow ow ow.”
“It’s ok, you’re going to be ok. The ambulance is on its way. How do you feel?”
“It feels like my vagina is on fucking fire!” I yell, starting to panic. I instinctively hook my leg over the side of the tub and grip the back of my other knee. It feels like my opening is being stretched to its limits, on the verge of being ripped apart.
Of course, I knew laboring and giving birth would be painful without medication, but dear god, the sheer, whole-body intensity of it is so much more unbearable than I expected. If the hospital hadn’t sent me home, I’d have been begging the nurses for drugs to numb the pain long before now.
Wyatt relays what I said into the phone. “They said what you’re feeling is called the ‘ring of fire’ from the baby’s head crowning.” He dips his hand into the water, and it’s the weirdest sensation having his fingers prod my opening in such a clinical way. “Holy shit, I can feel the head!”
Love, as I’ve never known, swells inside my chest for this man at the wondrous look on his face. His eyes are wide and shiny, and the way he smiles at me makes my breath hitch. It’s so big and beautiful and full of unconditional love for me that I can’t help smiling back at him until the urge to push overwhelms me.
I scream each time my body bears down, feeling like my skin is being shredded little by little, with only a short-lived reprieve between each contraction to catch my breath. The sounds I’m making are deeply primal, and I’ve never felt so connected to my body and grounded as I do now.
