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Tully rocks her hips forward and briefly closes her eyes at the contact of my hard dick against her pussy, but it’s the handcuffs dangling from her fingers that makes me groan.
I don’t know about other chicks during pregnancy, but Tully was on fire all night. It’s as though she physically couldn’t get enough. She was a she-devil and I fucking loved it. But it could also have something to do with the fact that we haven’t seen each other in seven months.
Most men would think it’s that, but truth be told, it’s most likely the hormones making her want it more than usual. But damn, the handcuffs? I mean, if she’s down for a little wildness this morning, then I’m right there with her. Whatever she wants, my girl gets. Hell, I don’t even care about Henley and Noah coming over shortly, this is a much better way to start to my day.
Tully’s hand runs over the top of her baby bump and I can’t help but lower my gaze. I still can’t fucking believe it.
It almost seems surreal. The last time I saw Tully, she was perfect in every way, and then BAM, she’s seven months pregnant. I guess when you’re so far away, it’s hard to keep track of time, especially when it comes to things like pregnancy. In my head, I was expecting to walk in and see her just the way I left her, but apparently, I left her with a little more than just my heart.
I’ve never been so happy though.
All my adult life, I’ve had this fear of finding out that I’ve knocked up some chick and have to father some woman’s baby, but it’s Tully and the thought of starting our family now instead of later has me more excited than I’ve ever been.
We’re bringing a child into this world and to be honest, I’m a little scared of fucking it up, but I know with Tully by my side, we’re going to be ok. I wasn’t lying when I told her that she’s going to make an incredible mom. Hell, one day she’s also going to make an incredible wife, but one thing at a time, right?
All I know is that she’s fucking radiant. She has this beaming glow about her which makes me lose my breath every time I look her way, even in the dark of night, that glow was still radiating out of her. She’s beautiful and knowing that my child is growing inside of her is an even better feeling.
I’m going to be a daddy and what’s more, I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that I’m nothing like my father. I’m going to give my child a great life and he or she is going to be the happiest kid in the world.
Tully rocks forward once again and draws me out of my mind. I can’t help but reach around and take her perfectly plump ass in my hands. “Do you want to play a game?” she grins, letting the handcuffs swing back and forth on her finger.
I can’t resist running my fingers down her side and fall in love with the way goosebumps rise on her skin. “You fucking bet I do.”
“Ok,” she says with overwhelming enjoyment in her eyes. “You need to sit up.”
I raise a brow, wondering where the hell this is going but if I‘m about to have crazy, wild sex with my pregnant girl, then there’s no way in hell I’m about to stop to ask questions.
She’s running the game and quite frankly, I absolutely love it when she takes charge like this. It’s sexy as hell, especially with her breasts that seem to be spilling out of her too small bra.
Have I mentioned how fucking good pregnancy looks on her?
I sit up and watch as her eyes darken with excitement. She holds out a hand, indicating for me to place mine in hers and without a second thought, I play along. She grins wickedly and my morning wood becomes morning fucking steel.
This is going to be fun.
Tully cuffs my wrists and I watch her with intrigued excitement, wondering where she’s going with this and how it’s going to play out. “Alright,” she says, scooting off my lap until I’m sitting alone in her bed. “Now, I need you to step your feet over the top of your hands.”
My brows crease as I look up at her. “What?”
“Just do it,” she pleads, giving me those big puppy dog eyes that I can’t seem to resist.
I let out a confused huff and do what she says. After all, I’ve heard the stories about what could come from disappointing a pregnant woman and that’s something I’m not so inclined to do.
I watch her, as she kneels forward and pushes me back. “I need you to lay down.”
