She arched back against the table, one hand braced on the wood, and I drove forward and buried myself to the hilt and held. Felt her clench around me—still sensitive from my mouth, from the edge I'd pulled her back from—and had to breathe through it. She was so wet. So hot. Her whole body gripping me like it was trying to keep me there.
"Fuck." Her legs locked around my hips.
"Yeah." I pulled back slow, watching her face, then drove in hard. Her breath punched out. I did it again. Found the angle—I knew exactly where it was by now, had mapped it, catalogued it, came back to it every time because of the specific sound she made when I hit it just right. That sound. "Feel that?"
"God—yes—there?—"
"I know." I worked it. Slow, deep strokes, grinding in at the end of each one, keeping myself buried against that spot. "Feel how deep I am inside you?"
"Yes—"
"That's where it's going to take." My hand spread flat across her lower belly, pressing in—feeling myself through her, the fullness of it, the obscene perfect pressure—and she clenched sohard around my cock I had to stop moving and just breathe. "Christ, Millie. Feel how tight you are around me?"
She made a sound that wasn't a word.
"Already might have done it." I started moving again, slow and deliberate, palm still firm on her stomach. "Might've put a baby in you a week ago. Two weeks." I pressed in deeper and she gasped. "Been fucking you every night thinking about it. Thinking about how you'd look. How you'd feel." I rolled my hips and she grabbed the table edge. "Thinking about this—exactly this—your belly full and round andmine."
"Gage—"
"Don't stop me." I fucked her harder, steady and mean, palm flat on her stomach. "Want you to feel this. Want you to feel where I am when you come." Her thighs were shaking. "Come on. Give it to me."
She came apart—all that coiled tension from the whole morning cracking open at once, her pussy clenching in waves around me, her back arching off the table, my name breaking into pieces in her throat. I kept moving through every second of it. Watched her face. Watched her take it.
Then I gripped her hips, pulled out, flipped her.
"Gage—"
I bent her over the table's edge, kicked her feet wider, and drove back inside.
She cried out into the wood.
"Again." I set a harder pace this time. No easing into it. Just deep, driving strokes, my hips meeting the backs of her thighs on every thrust, her body jolting forward against the table. I reached around and found her clit with two fingers and she sobbed. "Your pussy's going to take every drop I give it." I worked her in tight circles. "Going to breed you so full you'll feel me all through dinner. Every time your mama asks you to pass the bread basket you're going to feel me dripping out of you."
"Oh god?—"
"Already might be pregnant." I fucked into her harder, fingers merciless on her clit. "Might've knocked you up two weeks ago and you've been walking around not knowing. Walking around full of my come." She clenched around me and I groaned. "That what's been making you quiet all morning? Thinking about it?"
"Yes—" Broken. Desperate. "Yes, I've been—Gage,please?—"
"Please what." I stilled my fingers. She made a devastated sound. "Tell me what you want. Say it out loud."
"Fill me up." She pressed back against me. "Please—I want you to fill me up, I want to feel it, I want—pleasebreed me, Gage?—"
I gave her everything.
Hard and deep and relentless, two fingers back on her clit, my chest against her back, my mouth at her neck, and she gave me two more before I got there—the second one hitting while I was still working her through the first, her whole body seizing around me, milking me, and I came with my hand splayed hard across her lower stomach and my cock buried as deep as it would go and the thought detonating behind my eyes:already. Already. Already.
Neither of us moved.
The kitchen was very quiet.
Then her phone buzzed on the counter.
I reached over her and checked it.
Mamá
Pulling off 281. See you soon!!!
