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She pulls back, crossing her arms over her swollen breasts and it only accentuates the curve of her stomach. “I’m a doctor too, you know?”
I laugh, my hands coming down to find either side of her pregnant belly. “You’re a psychologist, my love. You’re not trained in child rearing, are you?”
She tuts. “It can’t be that hard. And I’m making all this for the baby shower.”
“I thought you and Carina agreed you were going to let her do it? You said you’d behave.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m just helping.”
I nod, pulling my phone from my pocket and unlocking it. She lurches forward, snagging it from me in a flash, and I grin at her. “She doesn’t know what you’re doing, does she?”
“Not really, no.” She drops her eyes to the floor.
I lift her chin, finding her lips with mine. “That’s your last batch. And then I’ll clean this mess up. Do you understand me, Dr. Stanner?”
She growls into my kiss, deepening it as her hands slip into my hair.
Blood rushes through my body, dick lengthening for her instantly, as it always does.
“You know,” she says, pulling back as I lead her out of the kitchen and toward the dining room. “I could hypnotize you, and you’d never know what happened here.”
“Oh, using your skills for evil, hmm? That’s what you’re doing nowadays?”
I lift her, carefully placing her onto the table, her legs spread open under her nightgown she has on beneath her apron.
“Emery,” she whimpers when my fingers find their way home, sinking into her wet pussy, teasing and readying her for me.
“Hmm?”
“Do you think we should?”
“I asked the doctor. She said it was fine. Only that I needed to keep you off your feet the next few weeks. You’re off your feet. You’re on the table,” I groan, finding her lips with mine and silencing her answering chuckle. Her tongue meets mine, sensuously moving against it.
Her hands work my cock free, and I lift and move her to the edge of the table before I reach behind her to untie her apron.
“You don’t have to… Leave it on…” She’s impatient for me. She has been since she got pregnant. Her hormones are my best friend.
I shake my head. “When I fucked my babies into you, I had you naked, splayed out for me like a perfect art piece. And that’s how I’ll fuck you the rest of our lives. You’re so fucking beautiful. I want to see every inch of you!”
She sighs heatedly as I throw the apron aside and then lift her nightgown over her head, discarding it, too. Her full breasts sit over her protruding belly, where twin boys grow strong and nearly ready for the world.
I bend my knees, tugging her nipples one by one into my mouth, and she leans back on her hands, letting go of her fears and inhibitions, letting me savour what’s mine.
Her nipples have darkened with her pregnancy, something the doctor told us was normal, and she’s been more apt to hide them recently. It’s been my mission to make her feel more beautiful in her skin. To make her see how much it turns me on to fuck her with her body on display. To watch my cock sink into the very vessel growing my children.
She amazes me. This life amazes me. I never knew this would exist for me. And now that I do, I want to do it perfectly. I want it to be right.
I tweak her right nipple, and she cries out, letting her head fall back. Her feet hook behind my legs as I watch milk seep from her nipple. She’s only weeks away from birth, and my fascination with her changing body has been something neither of us understand, but everything about her drives me insane.
She’s my world. My everything. My fucking addiction.
Using my thumb, I pad threw the milk, letting it swirl around her nipple with my touch, and it glistens in the in the light hanging above the table.
“So fucking beautiful, and all mine.”
“God, you love to toy with me, don’t you?” Her eyes are wild, hormones doing most of my work for me while I’m not even home.
I laugh. “Oh, is my wife greedy for me tonight? Might that be what all the muffins in my kitchen are about?”
