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“Will I be expected to be the nanny when Eva moves out?” she asks, and I tilt my head, watching her little claws come out. She’s stunning when she gets riled up. “If I am staying, shewillbe leaving. I’m risking my entire family by marrying you.”
“An eye for an eye, huh?”
“This whole thing is a joke to you,” she says, flabbergasted, clearly frustrated.
“Listen, I don’t want to talk about anyone but you on our wedding day. After today, we can argue until your panties are wet enough for you to want me to fight you.” I wink, and her cheeks become rosy. I push her back onto the bed, and she allows it easily.
“I’m not fucking you.” She pretends to attempt to stand, but my hand on her chest, right above her breasts, holds her down. She’s not putting up a real fight.
“Oh yes, you are, my sinful queen.”
“Looks like there’s already a queen in this house,” she mutters, her little nostrils flaring.
“You hold the power. Now, get on all fours,” I demand in a harsh voice. She startles, but she does as she’s told, albeit a little slower in her pregnant state. “I’m tired of listening to your mouth run. Now open like a good girl.”
She gives me a smirk that has my dick wanting to turtle back into its shell. Although I’m happy to see a glimmer of my Katrina from all those months ago.
“You bite me, and I will punish you. I would love to see your ass red,” I warn, and her tongue comes out to rest on her bottom lip, begging me to place my cock in her mouth. I can see the moment she notices that she’s getting to me, so I step forward, pulling my cock out of my pants. “Open.”
She opens her mouth wider, and I press the tip in. Her tongue comes up to stroke the underside, and inch by inch, I push my way into her greedy mouth. Her lips wrap around my shaft, her warm tongue massaging my girth, and I grab hold of her long hair.
My focus stays on her. If only she was this submissive outside the bedroom, my life would be a hell of a lot easier. My hands gather up her dress, the globes of her ass looking hot as hell in the mirror against the wall, swishing and begging for my attention.
I yank on her hair, not to hurt her but for control. My cock slips out of her mouth, and I pull her chin up toward me. “I’m never letting you go.”
She glares at me as I remove my fingers from her face and move them to the zipper of her dress, lowering it. My hands glide down her back to the thin silk between her legs.
Wet.
I move around the bed, my hand staying on her at all times. When I get behind her, I pull her toward me. I don’t bother taking off any of her clothes. Moving her panties to the side, I sink my dick into her and pause. She feels so tight and warm. I never want to be anywhere but in her.
She arches her back and starts moving on my dick at her own pace. I stay still, allowing her to play with my cock, her slowness teasing me. My hands find her tits and hold on to them, squeezing before I pluck at her nipples. I can hear her panting, wanting more.
“Ask for it.”
She moves faster on my cock but nowhere near as fast and hard as I want, yet I have to keep a leash on myself so I don’t hurt her.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” she challenges.
I’m going to have to punish that mouth of hers. My hips push forward, and her body moves with each of my thrusts. My balls hit her warm pussy, and I release all my tension and put it into fucking her. She’s grappling for release as desperately as I am, but it’s still not enough. Though my heart just won’t let me fuck her like a wild animal while she’s so pregnant with our child.
My leg comes up to kneel on the bed behind her, and I push her down as much as her belly allows. My arms wrap around her body, and I play with her clit as my dick slides in and out of her.
Finally, I feel her pussy clamp hard on my cock, and I come too. She squeezes my cock hard with her orgasm and steals every last drop of my cum with her pussy.
I roll off her onto the bed, expecting her to snuggle into my side. Instead, she’s off the bed like a racehorse, and the next thing I hear is her throwing up in my bathroom.
What the hell?I rush over to help her stand.
“Did I hurt you?” Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed her down on her belly.
“I think it was just all the motion. Kind of like seasickness.” She breathes out deeply, her hand going to her stomach.
My hand covers hers. “If I was being too rough, you should have used your safe word.”
She laughs before she takes another deep breath. “That wasn’t rough.” But her face melts as she moans out on an exhale. “I think I’m in labor.”
My eyes go wide as I look around the bathroom. I don’t know what the hell to do. I wasn’t there when my daughter was born. I run to get a cloth out of the linen closet and soak it under the cold water of the sink faucet, giving it to her. As I stand there, trying to think logically of what to do next, her water breaks.
