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The notification flashed green at the corner of my eye, and a single glance revealed it was from Faith, contact name, “My Queen”.
I flipped on the turn signal and pulled over onto the shoulder of the road.
Safety first—and I never knew what kind of text my sexy little wife would send. Especially given that it was about nap time for Tabitha, and Faith’s hormones were kicking in full force.
Thank God for pregnancy hormones.
Maybe it was blasphemous to give thanks to the Almighty for the things she did to my cock. If I had my druthers, she’d stay pregnant forever.
I read the words on the screen:
May I, Daddy?
Depends. Have you been a good girl?
I didn’t know what we were talking about yet, but hoped it was heading in the direction I expected. If so, I’d be able to get home before she finished. Meanwhile, I stayed put and answered the video call.
My pretty girl came in to focus. She gave me a wicked grin before she pointed the phone at herself and moved it downwards to show her bare breasts which were already, beautifully swollen from pregnancy.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I like.” My words left my mouth as a primal growl, reverberating in the truck.
My vixen stopped panning the camera at her belly button. I gripped the steering wheel, a rumble of frustration resounding from deep within. “Come on you little minx, don’t keep me waiting. Show me what’s mine.”
The lens inched downward, slowly giving me a glimpse of what I what I needed to see.
I made a smug sound of pleasure in the back of my throat. “I’d recognize those perfect princess parts anywhere.” I repositioned my cock, trying to give it more room. It was no help. The sight of her had me hard as a ramrod.
She gave a breathy moan. “Please, can I touch it?”
I mulled over the possibilities. Should I allow her to grow more aroused in anticipation of my arrival or should I permit her to pleasure herself while I watched? Involuntarily, my mind started racing with vivid images of her submissive figure fondling and teasing while I stood at the end of the bed watching, stroking myself. In my imagining, she threw her head back in ecstasy, whimpering loudly as she surrendered to her desires. An uncontrollable force surging through her body, consuming her.
I gave her the green light. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll allow it.”
She dragged the camera down to my favorite place on earth, hell in the entire universe. I recognized the panties as a gift from me. They showed sloths in poses of all kinds. A bespectacled one was knitting while perched on an armchair, a mug of tea steaming at its side. One more brushed its teeth in front of an antique mirror with a gilded frame. Yet another wore a vintage-style apron and piped the final touches of frosting on a tray of cupcakes.
“I bet I can make you come just by talking to you, baby girl, but you may make yourself come so long as you follow my direction,” I rasped.
“I’ll die if you don’t let me touch myself, you know how horny I get when I’m pregnant,” she whined, and it was that sweet simpering, her crushes on quirky things such as sloths in pajamas, that she had a different shade of nail polish on each finger that drove me to adore her. It was the same with how she crossed her eyes at me when we had a disagreement, the way she waved her hands around like sea anemones when telling a story. These unique things about her kept her on my mind and in my heart.
“Watch,” she said as if we were right there together. She placed the phone on the stand I bought so we could film ourselves in the act when the mood struck. Rewatching those videos never failed to get us both hotter than an inferno.
“Hurry up, baby girl. Show me what’s under those panties before I lose it. I’m about to explode from the anticipation.”
“But won’t it be hard for you, seeing me naked?” She teased, cupping the place between her legs over the top of the silky cloth.
An aching hunger filled me as I gazed upon her. A jolt of lust ran from my balls to the tip of my engorged cock, and she only exacerbated it when, with one fluid motion, she pulled her underwear down and kicked them off.
I whispered as she moved her finger over her rapidly swelling clitoris, “That’s right, baby. Work that slippery little bud until it throbs. Daddy will stuff his tongue inside her and drown in that taste when he gets home.”
Her sea-green eyes were wide open saucers filled with wonder and longing—all for me.
Impossibly, it made me love her all the more.
“Perfect,” I praised her, as she grew lost in stroking and petting herself while I watched.
“Can you see me okay?” Her voice trembled with a desperate appeal to please me.
My voice gruff, I said, “Yes, but come closer so I can see if you’re slick enough for this cock yet.”
