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“No. You’re going to school and getting that degree. The world needs you. I have no doubt we can work out the schedule with Karisson. No way he’d say no to making allowances for my wife. I’ve donated enough to that school there ought to be a building named after me.”
“There is, and it’s telling that you’ve donated so much money all over the place that you can’t even remember where entire structures are named for you.”
I don’t often get to see a bashful look on Price’s face, so I’m taking mental snapshots left and right. He’s adorably flustered as the puzzle pieces start to fall into place. Meanwhile, I’m just trying to ignore he just verbally wifed himself up.
“I see why you wanted to do the application process on your own.” He pauses to collect his thoughts. “You’re marrying me, though. You get that, right? You’re having my baby, and we’re going to be a family. You can’t leave me now.”
It’s cute that he thinks he can just say it and make it so. Then again, it seems as if even with his deceptive process to get me pregnant, we’re both getting what we want most. Given the lengths he’s gone to keep me from leaving him, I wouldn’t be surprised to wake up one morning with a ring on my finger and a marriage license on the pillow next to my head.
“We’ll see, Price. We’ll see.”
Epilogue
A Few Months Later
Price
The only thing hotter than sex with my wife is sex with my wife while she’s swollen with my baby. Do I still feel occasional twinges of guilt for tricking her into pregnancy? Maybe. Do I regret it? Not in the slightest.
Especially not at this exact moment, with my naked wife straddling my hips, my cock lodged deep in the center of her, throbbing in time with my racing heart. The doula told her cum would help soften her cervix for labor, and it’s the natural reason for a woman’s libido to go wild in the final trimester.
Lyric and I know the truth. The chemistry between us is still so incendiary it doesn’t make a difference how far along she is. Our bodies are only ever whole when we’re locked together like this.
A major benefit to transitioning my workdays to working from home is we can do this as often as we want. Some days, like today, Lyric climbs onto my lap while I’m sitting in my home office chair. She’s got her panties pushed to the side and her slippery cunt spreading juice all over my lap. She’s sitting perfectly still, the only movement between us the pulsing of my dick. I’m so hard for her. My balls are painfully cramped with the need to orgasm, but I force my hips to be motionless. If she can manage to sit still as a statue while she studies, I can manage it, too.
The whisper of her textbook pages turning and the cadence of my fingers typing are drowned out by her panting breaths, and I know she’s reaching the end of her tether. Soon, she’ll rise off me just enough to turn in my lap to face me. Once her belly is between us and her breasts are in my face, it’s game on.
Matter of fact, the instant Lyric’s seated back on my cock, I abandon my work to focus on her milky tits. Yesterday was the first day they leaked. Another sign the baby is almost here. Once our son is born, I’ll have to share these perfect mouthfuls, but for now, every sugary drop that leaks out is mine.
“Yes, Price, please. Make me come! I need it so bad.” I lift her with my hands on either hip, grinding her pelvis against mine on every downstroke. I give her just enough to keep her on the edge, almost ready to orgasm, but not quite there yet. I love to tease her and make her wait. It’s so much more powerful the way she comes when I’ve held her back for a bit.
“Tell me, Baby Girl, are you all done with your studies for the day?”
“Yes. Yes! You know I am. Please!” My poor girl is so needy it makes my need to come impossible to contain. I’m helpless to hold back when her hot pussy starts milking me, so I slow her down. Draw it out.
“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask—”
“What? What do you want to know! I’ll tell you whatever you want.” The muscles under my hands flex as she fights against my hold. She wants to speed up the pace and fuck herself on me hard and fast. That won’t be happening. I’m still the master and controller of this cunt. I decide when it’s time to make her pussy pop.
“You haven’t ever told me, when did you realize I was working on knocking you up?”
For months, she’s played coy with the answer to this question. Teasing me with it and letting me stew with the lingering twinges of guilty conscience.
“The first day, okay? I knew the very first day when you swiped my pill and soaked my toothbrush, so I’d think I’d already done the routine.” Satisfaction sharpens her features, and I know she’s enjoyed gloating over me for these past months.
Knowing she knew all along, that she actively worked to help me get her pregnant, shatters my control. I let go of her hips to tweak her nipples in my fingers and pull her close to me for a kiss. Sticky droplets of milk smear between our chests as I eat at her mouth. The taste of every inch of her is emblazoned into the recesses of my memories, but my favorite flavor of all is the essence of Lyric I get when we kiss.
With my tongue parrying in and around her tongue at the same pace as my cock tunnels into her core, Lyric clenches around me so forcefully the cum is ripped out of me. I can’t even feel the individual pulses of semen jetting up my shaft and into her. It’s just a never-ending pull from the very depths of my balls to my tip.
When she collapses against my chest, her cheek pressed to my pec, my heart is still racing so hard it makes her whole head jiggle with the tempo of my heartbeat.
“I fucking love you so much, Lyric. There’s not a line I wouldn’t cross, not a single thing I won’t do to keep you with me.”
“It’s a good thing you feel that way.” Her smile is so bright it could light up the midnight sky.
“Why’s that, Baby Girl?”
“Cuz this wetness isn’t just cum and pussy juice. Price, I think my water just broke!”
