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Holy moly, I’m so friggin’ relieved the truth is out.Ourtruth. My impending motherhood, however, is not. As far as we’re concerned, our babies are no one’s business. Not yet. The way I see it, Connor and I have earned a few months of relative normality away from the public eye. As it turns out, Ireland is one of the safest—and most discreet—places to give birth to a celebrity baby.
Or two.
Connor has super sperm. He knocked me up with twins. We’re blissfully hiding away from the entire world. Social media. Hollywood. The Billboard charts. Everything.
Until today, when our bubble will burst. Just a little.
“Ah, there you are, love.” Connor tromps up the three steps to where I’m nesting. He’s magnificent. All six foot six of him. His black shirt is tight, showing off his defined muscles. His long, curly, reddish-brown hair hangs loose. He sinks down next to me. Pulls me against his side. “Our guests have arrived.” He nuzzles my ear.
My pussy clenches. He knows where every single erogenous zone is located on my body. Since I’ve been pregnant? Arousal times ten. Of course, I’m practical. I can’t get it on with my husband when his bandmate and fiancée are waiting for us up at the house. I set my laptop next to me on the sofa. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to let them in. I lost track of time.”
“No bother. They’re both tired. They wanted to take a ‘nap.’” Connor makes quotes with his fingers and waggles his eyebrows.
I can’t help but laugh and shake my head. “I’ve never been around two people who are so, um…intensely physical. All. The. Time.”
“Aye, I definitely got that vibe.” Connor strokes my shoulder and leans down for a kiss. He sucks my top lip. Savors me before dragging his mouth down along my neck and laving my earlobe, sending electric zings straight to my pussy. “Gave me some ideas of my own.”
Halfheartedly, I push back on his muscled chest. He holds me fast. “We can’t get into this now, Ty and Zoey will wonder where we are,” I protest.
“I beg to differ.” Connor’s fingers hook the hem of my skirt, drag it up my thighs and over my bump. He moves the crotch of my panties to the side and plunges two fingers inside me. His sneaky thumb flicks my clit.
It feels too delightful. I can’t help but lean back to give him better access. I rest one leg on the back of the sofa. Orgasms at this stage of my pregnancy are next-level. I’m not turning one or two down by the sexiest beast on the planet. “Oh, jeez. Yes. Right there, ahhh.”
“Ah, Mae. You are so feckin’ wet.” He works me to the brink and then abruptly pulls my underwear down and tosses it on the floor. Hovers his lips just above the surface of my inner thighs and my opening. His hot breath makes me squirm. He darts his tongue out for a lick here and there. Ramps up his intensity bit by bit. My hips cant and wriggle to make contact.
Connor cradles my bump gently to keep me in place. “Settle, Mae. You don’t need to do a thing. Let me make you come, love.”
God, I love when he takes charge.
“Aye,” I lovingly say in an Irish accent as he places one of my legs over his shoulder. Leans down and suckles my labia with his pillowy lips. Swoops his tongue along my seam and along my folds. When my hips undulate against his mouth, he places his palm against my mound and presses to prevent me from moving. It's worth it when he traps my clit in between two long fingers. Laps it with long, languid strokes until he's essentially making out with my little nub. Licking. Swirling. Laving.
I'm panting now. Moaning. Squirming. Urging him on. He trails his fingers down my pussy and slips them back inside me. Rubs his rough pads against my little bundle of nerves with just the perfect amount of finesse. When he sucks my clit hard and keeps up the pressure, I can't help but cry out. I grab his head and hold him in place. He's relentless. I'm coming. And coming.Stillcoming. I fling my arm over my eyes. Unable to do anything but ride the orgasmic tsunami.
God, I love how he takes care of me.
“Beautiful.” He smiles up at me, his lips and beard glistening with my release.
“Do you want to come on my belly?” I rub my exposed bump, which is covered with faint stretch marks. Twins are hell on a woman’s figure, that’s for sure.
Connor doesn't seem to care. He’s too busy unbuckling his belt and shoving his black jeans down to answer me with anything but a grunt. Fisting his cock, he drags his crown through my pussy lips. I can’t see him do it over my stomach, but oh how I feel it. The zings start flickering up and down my core again.
I draw my knees up and rest my feet on his chest. “Just dip your tip in a bit.” I smile wickedly up at him. Knowing there’s nothing left to his imagination at this angle.
“Holy shite, Mae.” Connor’s face is a grimace when he grasps my outer thighs to plunge in shallowly. My Irish honey looks utterly tortured. Well, he no doubtistortured because, ordinarily, he loves to fuck me hard.
At nearly eight months pregnant, it’s not possible for many reasons. At least in this position, I’m comfortable. We have just enough friction to push us both over the edge. It's the best we can do with my physical limitations..
But—holy moly—it'sphenomenal.
My pussy clenches all around his crown. I’m on the brink of coming again. Connor pulls out and thrusts the underside of his cock against my pussy, careful not to enter me. Rocks his hips from side to side so his pubic bone grinds relentlessly against my sensitive little nub. I go over with a shudder. He follows, coating the underside of my ginormous belly with his release.
When our breathing returns to somewhat normal, Connor kisses my bump and cleans me off with the hem of his t-shirt. “Wee lads, I just can’t help shagging your ma every day. I hope I’m not traumatizing you.”
I run my fingers through his curls when he rests his bearded cheek on my stomach. He practically purrs when my nails gently scrape his scalp. “You’re going to be the best papa.” I gaze at the top of his head. “I’m so lucky you’re the father of my kids.”
Connor looks up with misty eyes. “Ah, you know how to gut me, Mae. This is all I’ve ever wanted in life.”
“Me too, my love. But, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the afternoon out here, I suppose we should be decent hosts?” I yawn and make no effort to move.
