Page 67 of Kicking Up Dust

“No, you don’t. We just had a whole discussion on how much I like it when you’re filthy.”

He smirks. “Well, yes, but not while you’re pregnant,” he says. “I could throw off your…” His hand waves through the air like the right word will simply fall from the sky and within his reach.

“PH balance?” I help him along. “How do you even know about that?”

“I’ve been trying to read books and articles and shit when I’ve got downtime.”

I knew that. I’d seen the stack of books on his nightstand, obviously, and he’d read some of them right beside me, pointing out interesting tidbits here and there, but I didn’t realize how… involved they were, I suppose.

I also suppose I can’t really argue with him there. I didn’t know much about how wrecking my pH balance may affect the baby, but he was the one with the books, so I’d trust his judgment when it came to this.

“Okay, fine. You can wash your cock and your hands and your face, but you don’t need a full shower.”

He laughs as he pulls up to the cabin.

“Aye, aye, cap,” he agrees, getting out of the truck and rounding the hood. I don’t even bother with doors anymore. It’s a lost cause. He slaps my ass once he opens the door and helps me out, making me yelp. “Want you naked and on our bed by the time I’m finished washing up.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I mock him, but he grimaces. “Too much?”

“A few months ago, probably not, but now that I’m going to be a literal daddy…”

I grimace as well. He’s got a point.

“Go,” he urges, practically pushing me up the stairs and inside the house. “Naked. Bed.”

He veers right into the guest bathroom to wash up, leaving me alone to finish the waddle into the bedroom. I’m exhausted and almost ready to tell him never mind when I finally get undressed, but Colt walks in butt naked with his freshly clean cock at full attention and I can’t very well say no to that welcome, can I?

“Have I told you lately how fucking sexy you are?” he says, taking my tits in his hands the second he’s close enough to do it and thumbing over my nipples. They’re still really sensitive, but some days it’s a good sensitivity and others, I’d rather take a frying pan to his head than let him touch me there. Today is a good day, luckily for him.

“This morning,” I answer him, breath hitching as he ducks down to wrap his lips around one of them.

He hums and then starts to suck and I have to push him away.

“Too much?” he asks apologetically, using only his thumbs again. It’s a rhetorical question, but I nod anyway. He doesn’t seem to mind, his hands slipping down my sides instead as he ducks down to nibble on my earlobe.

“Hands and knees on the bed, mama.”

His voice is husky and his breath against my ear makes me shiver as I obey, climbing up onto the bed. He’s always dominant but gentle with me, and it makes me wonder if he’s holding himself back at all because I’m pregnant. Will the sex be even better after the baby’s born? I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

He places a kiss at the base of my spine, running his hands down my thighs and back up my sides. They’re so large, covering so much of my body in every pass, and I can’t help but moan. The size kink thing is getting ridiculous and it’s annoying as hell that he seems to have figured out that I have just as much of an obsession with his tattooed hands as I do his cock.

“Colt,” I beg, pushing my hips back toward his in hopes of brushing his cock and reminding him why we’re here, but he pulls back with a tut.

“What’s the matter, pretty girl? Wanting my big cock in your tight little cunt?”

Pride would be a stupid thing to have right now, so I’m grateful my mind isn’t the part of my body that’s currently making decisions or else I wouldn’t be nodding like I am, or giving him a whiny little “Please.”

“Fuck, listen to you,” he says, his right hand leaving my hip to align his cock with my entrance. I whimper again for good measure. “So goddamn⁠—”

He pushes his cock inside me, all the way to the hilt as I fall down onto my elbows with a moan.

“Pretty. When you. Beg,” he finishes between thrusts.

I press my face against the bed and reach behind me blindly, not even sure what I’m reaching for, just wanting to touch him somehow. He grabs my wandering hand and pulls it up to rest on the small of my back, threading our fingers together.

“You’re so fucking needy, aren’t you, baby?”

I nod against the pillow, not even bothering to deny it. His piercings feel otherworldly inside of me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to them. Like Colt has a point to prove after what happened last time, he takes his time with me until I’m shattering around his cock and whimpering from overstimulation.