Rosanna breaks the kiss and squirms around to unbutton my vest.
The first button pops open.
The second.
The third.
I go to speak, but she lays a finger on my lips. “Shh. Let me.” She silently undresses me and tugs me by my cock to the bed. “Lay down.”
“So, this is how you want it, little wildcat?” I do her bidding and lie back, lazily pumping my cock through my fist, catching sight of her tongue as it sneaks out to lick around her lips. She stands there in nothing but her lace panties, looking fertile as fuck with her hand on her baby bump.
“Yeah.” Her stormy gray eyes lock onto my foreskin that glides up and down with every stroke. “This is how I want it.”
Inching her panties off, she climbs onto the foot of the bed and crawls seductively to me, hair falling around her face like the halo of a fallen angel. A goddamned angel with full breasts that look even fuller as they sway with her movements.
“Fuck,” I groan out on a slight laugh. “You’re going to kill me, kitten.”
“Kill you?” Rosanna drags her nails up my calves, then slides her hands up my thighs, squeezing the muscles and frowning playfully. “That wouldn’t be any fun for me. I’m not into necrophilia. Do your best to stay alive, please.”
Then her sinful mouth wraps around the head of my dick, and, for the second time today, I can’t breathe. “Fuck!”
Slapping around behind me, I fumble for the headboard and hold fast with one hand, fighting the urge to shove her face down on me even more. Her heart-shaped ass arches up into the air, and my fingers twitch with the desire to smack it. I settle instead for winding her hair around my free fist. “Yeah, baby. That’s my good girl. Suck that co—”
The word never leaves my lips because she looks up at me with a mouthful of cock and hums throatily, lighting up every fucking nerve ending with torturous vibrations.Don’t blow yet, Connor. Fucking keep it together.
For long minutes, she has her fun teasing me with little licks and sucks, then her hands join in, squeezing my base and dipping down to cup my balls. She laughs around my cock as I groan her name. “Rosanna...”
Taking pity on me, she straddles me and sinks down onto my hardness. “You’re so fucking big inside me, Connor,” she breathes out. As she throws her hands behind her for balance, her breasts and baby belly press outward with her movements.
Shit. This...this is almost like a dream come to life from the first time I jacked off to thoughts of her. Except there won’t be a cold nose nudging my balls this time. Fucking hell. Hips working in tandem with hers, I spread my palm across her hard roundness. There’s just one thing I need her to say. By God, if I can’t say my vow to her yet, then she’s going to give me this one thing.
“Connor,” Rosanna gasps, lifting a hand from my thigh to hold me closer.
“Who am I?” I growl. My other palm drags up the softness of her body to caress her breast. She doesn’t hear me. “Who am I?” I repeat with a tweak to her nipple.
“Holy shit!” She throws her head back in ecstasy. “Do that again.”
“Ah-ah-ah.” I give a shallow thrust. “Who am I to you?”
“My—my husband.” A bead of sweat trickles down her temple as she leans forward to grind on my stomach.
Better, but not what I’m really wanting to hear. “Good girl. I’m your fucking husband now, and you’re my wife.” I move both hands to her swollen belly. “And who am I to them?”
Her movements falter. “What?”
“Tell me, kitten. Who am I to these babies?” My fingers spread to span her entire width.
Lips trembling, she stops moving and grabs my wrists. “What do you mean?”
I sit up to meet her, cock flexing inside her warmth. “You know what I mean. I’m your husband, you’re my wife. That’s what we are to each other. But to them...” Both of our gazes fall to the roundness underneath my hands. “Who am I to them?” I fucking need to hear her say it.
“Daddy.”
A spark zaps my balls at her whisper. “Look at me and say it again.”
I see it the very moment it hits her. The reassurance, stability, and love I’m going to give the three of them.
She lifts a shaky hand to my face. “Daddy.” The word comes out stronger.
