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“Oh!” I exclaim, startled. “Goodness!” In a panic, I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life, expecting him to drop me or for both of us to fall to the floor in an ungainly heap. But Damon is strong, even with my added weight, and I can feel the muscles in his arms flexing as he strides to the bedroom.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he growls, reading my mind. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”
Soon, we’re inside and Damon carefully puts me down so that I’m standing beside the enormous mattress. The bedroom is huge and done up in shades of gray. There are silvery drapes framing enormous windows, and also a cream colored carpet, but it’s the bed that has me entranced. It’s a gigantic king-size with a plethora of silver pillows done up in shiny damask, and I gasp at the luxury.
But Damon’s not here for the interior design. Instead, he tilts my head up, claiming my mouth and kissing me deep, whiles running his hands down the front of my dress. He breaks our kiss and reaches for the hem.
“It’s time to get you out of this,” he rasps, those blue eyes intense.
Within a few seconds, the velvet’s pulled from my body and I’m dressed in nothing but the laciest of lingerie underneath, as well as sheer stockings and my three-inch stilettos. Damon’s eyes become hooded and dark as his hungry gaze roves over my pregnant form.
“You’re gorgeous,” he groans, his eyes lingering on the wet patch at my panties. “Absolutely stunning.”
Never taking his eyes from me, he begins unbuttoning his shirt, and pushes the fabric off his shoulders to the floor. Oh my! A gasp leaves my lips because this man is carved from wood. He’s got chestnut-hued skin and a six pack that makes my mouth water. Not only that, but a dark trail of hair runs down into his waistband, creating an arrow that has my fingers itching.
“Let me see,” I breathe, reaching one hand down to touch myself. “I want it, Damon.”
His blue eyes flare as he unzips his pants before kicking them to the side. My temperature rockets up another thousand degrees as he reveals that thick cock, long and hard, pressing into his lower abs. The pink helmet’s already wet with need, and as I watch, a white pearl of pre-come beads at the tip before sliding down his girthy shaft.
“Oh my,” I breathe. “Goodness.”
It takes me a minute to pry my eyes away, but when I do, I look up and catch Damon giving me a knowing smirk.
“Like what you see?” he asks.
I smile while tracing a nipple with my finger.
“I like it very much, Mr. Stanton.”
He grins and stalks over to me before reaching around my back, taking the clasp of my bra between two fingers.
“Now it’s my turn,” he says in a low voice that vibrates over my skin, making me shiver.
With a flick of his wrist, my bra sags down my shoulders before dropping to the floor. Damon meets my eyes for a moment, but then his gaze lowers to my heavy breasts and the man literally stops breathing. I’ve always had a generous bosom, but in the last few weeks, my breasts have grown so that they’re mountainous now.
“So beautiful,” Damon hisses in a worshipful whisper. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
Leaning in, he kisses me as he cups my breasts in his hands, lifting and massaging the soft flesh. It feels so good to be touched, and I lean into his palms, moaning against his lips. He breaks our kiss and I whimper at the loss, but then he drops his head down to my chest, running his tongue around my sensitive nipples, and I let my head fall back.
“Oh!” I cry out. “That feels good!”
He takes turns, switching between massaging one breast while suckling the other, and it feels so amazing that my body’s already shaking. To be honest, I’m close to climaxing and we haven’t even really done anything yet. But then, Damon begins lapping at one nipple like crazy before settling in for a deep suckle.
“Fuck,” he groans. “This tastes so good.”
At first, I’m too dazed to even register what’s happened. But then my eyelids lift, and he’s sucking like a baby at my teat, making moaning sounds of pleasure while clutching his cock in one hand.
“God baby, this is so fucking sexy.”
He steps back for a moment and lifts my breasts in his hands, looking down with reverence.
“Look Christine. You’re lactating for me.”
I follow his gaze and my eyes widen when I realize that I’m leaking milk. My nipples are wet, and it’s not just from his saliva. I jump back with shock, cupping my hands over my breasts in embarrassment to hide them. OMG, is this really happening?
“I’m so sorry!” I cry out. “I had no idea this would happen. It’s never happened before,” I stammer, my cheeks going tomato red. After all, I’m producing milk at the moment. Of course, I’ve read about this phenomenon in the Mommy and Me books I’ve been perusing at night, but I had no idea it could actually happen. Evidently, a woman can begin expressing milk before giving birth, and especially if her due date is close. Now, my teats are dripping and I feel the warm liquid sliding down the undersides of my breasts.
But Damon’s not put off at all.
