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“And what makes ya think you were sleeping in there anyway, hm?”
“I just thought maybe one of them belonged to me. You do have a three-bedroom penthouse.” Her soft lips curled into an innocent smile, and her cheeks expanded slightly. She hugged her bump as her coffee brown eyes slid up to meet mine.
“Wehave a three-bedroom penthouse, and the spare bedrooms are for friends and family. You are the love of my life, and so you sleep with me.” I let the tip of my boots brush against her small feet and leaned in, giving her a deep kiss. I let my fingers find hers and pulled her towardsourbedroom.
“Bath?” I asked as I walked into the bathroom suite.
My fingers twirled the knob on the bathroom speaker. There was nothing a little Keith Urban couldn’t fix. She froze as her eyes slid to the black cast iron clawfoot bathtub with gold feet.She was so fucking cute.I tore open the plastic surrounding a wicker basket with vanilla-scented bath items. It was a welcome home gift from the realtor.
Not caring to read the labels, I snatched two bottles and popped the tops before dumping the iridescent liquid into the tub. Remy’s sweet eyes roamed the rest of the suite as I turned the knobs releasing a rush of warm water. The sweet smell of vanilla filled the air as bubbles started to peek from above the rim of the tub.
I let my hands find the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, exposing her beautiful growing belly. She looked around, waiting for me to turn my back before removing her bra and panties, but I refused to look away. I watched with lustful eyes as her plump body stood before me. She bit down on her bottom lip and turned her little chubby leg inward as she tried to hide herself from me, sending me over the edge. I wanted every inch of her, and I would have every inch of her. I inched in, snatching her bottom lip between my teeth, and devoured the sweet hints of berry flavored lip gloss dancing on her lips.
“I can’t see my feet.” She said with a low giggle.
It was true, she couldn’t, but that’s what made her even more delicious.
“That’s because you’re knocked up with my babies.” I continued to kiss her, letting my lips roam down the column of her throat until I got to her swollen breasts. I teased with a flick to her puffy nipple, and a syrupy moan pushed passed her lips.Fuck.
She tried to cover them with her hands, stating they were very sensitive. Her concern was met with a sly grin, letting her know I knew they were sensitive and that I didn’t care. Another flick of my tongue to the bloated nub had her head shooting back, and my mouth watered. I wanted to lick her everywhere and stuff my tongue in both her holes. But I had to be careful; she was seven months pregnant and ready to pop.
“Daddy’s going to fuck you so good tonight. Just wait.”
She gulped, and I led her to the tub.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to—“
She yelped as I picked her up and placed her gently in the warm bath water. Honey scented bubbles surrounded us, and I rolled up my sleeves mid-way before dunking my hands in the warm water. Her cordial giggles bounced off the walls as I tickled her toes, legs, and belly. She stretched her hand for the washcloth, but I grabbed it and kneeled behind her.
“Are you going to bathe me too?” She asked as her coffee brown eyes met mine.
Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.
“Yes, so be a good girl and close your eyes for Daddy.”
She did as told, and I unzipped my jeans. The pressure of my cock pressing against the fabric was becoming too much to bear.
“Lift your legs for me, and then spread them.”
I ran the soft washcloth up her legs, teasing the folds of her pussy as she squirmed with pleasure. Then I let my hands rest on her bump, feeling the life inside of her before making a shudder dance down her spine at my sudden movements.
Bubbles danced around her tits, exposing her suckable nipples every so often. I dragged the washcloth over every inch of her wet body, making soft moans drip from her lips. I’ve done a lot of things with women in my life but being on my knees with my hands deep in bath water watching Remy doze off in a cloud of relaxation and safety was the best feeling in the world. There was nowhere I’ll rather be than right here with her.
I lowered my lips to the shell of her ear and exhaled. “Is baby girl ready to take Daddy’s cock?”
Her faint nod was all I needed. The water rippled as I pulled away, and she extended her arms in my direction. I scooped her up in one swift movement and set her on the plush bathmat. A warm towel engulfed her, and she followed me to the king-size bed.
“Wait here, baby girl,” I said as I stormed off to a linen closet on the other side of the room.
She waited with watchful eyes.
“A pregnancy pillow?”
“Fuck yea. You can’t lay on your back, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you like a wild beast.” I winked and pulled back the duvet before tossing the pillow on the bed. It was C shaped and had an opening large enough for me to spoon her before sliding my cock into her hot pussy.
I pulled off my top, toed out of my boots, and rid myself of every piece of clothing in a matter of seconds. Then I made her drop the towel, eager to drink her in once more. My flesh throbbed at the sight of curves, rolls, and every imperfection she tried to hide. I grabbed my cock, holding her gaze, and stroked. She sliced her gaze from mine, and I forced her to bring it back.
“Look at how hard you make Daddy’s dick.”
