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She shakes her head. I turn off the TV, then wrap my arms under her and stand up, carrying her to the bedroom. When we get there, I set her down in the middle of the room and kiss her again.

“I know we like to play,” she whispers. “But I need something else.” Her breath shudders. “Something more.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

Slowly, I strip her down, pulling my T-shirt off her—they’re her favorite thing to wear lately—and then her sweatpants. The only other thing she’s wearing is a tiny pair of underwear that sits under her bump. I pull them down, then stand up again. She slides her hands under my shirt and pushes it over my head, then she nudges at the waist of my boxer briefs, tugging them and my sweats down. I step out of them, then sweep her into my arms again and carry her to the bed.

Laying her down, I climb over the top of her legs and push them up so I can nestle between them. I kiss her luscious lips, then down her neck, and spend some time sucking on her nipples as I dip my fingers between her legs. She whimpers as I glide them up her wet center.

I am ravenous for her, but I force myself to go slow. She needs to feel cherished and loved. So deeply loved. When I can’t hold out any longer, I pull my hand from between her legs and kiss down her navel until my head is between her legs and all I can smell is the delicious scent of her pussy. I lap my tongue over her, swirling it around, enjoying every taste until I’m at her clit. She moans as I roll my tongue over it in soft delicate strokes.

I push one finger inside her pussy, just a tiny amount, and swirl it around, occasionally pumping it, but never going too hard or too fast. I want her orgasm to build slowly until it’s pulsing through her so hard she can barely breathe.

Her moans are music to my ears. Not as hard or forceful as they sometimes are. They’re long and drawn out, filled with happiness and relief. Like she finally has everything she needs. Since I met her, that’s all I’ve wanted. To give her everything. This is what she needs. This connection. The attention. The release that’s coming. She needs it all, and I’m going to give it to her. My perfect girl.

She rocks her hips with the movement of my tongue. It’s slow and controlled, and for once, she doesn’t fight me. She gives in and works with me.

“Ohmygod…” she whimpers and whines, needy as fuck.

I move my finger fast over her favorite spot while still keeping the pressure light. I flick my tongue faster until her fingers are curled in my hair.

“Miles.” My name is a whispery scream on her lips as she comes undone. Her orgasm is hard and long, and I don’t stop moving until she collapses against the bed.

“Such a good girl, baby.” I lick my fingers, then kiss her hard, but I stop when she laughs.

“Oh my god.”

“What?” I sit back and she looks down at her gorgeous tits.

“I think some breast milk leaked. They said it can happen.”

Oh shit. Rock hard cock getting harder.

I dive forward and lap up the few drops around one nipple, then the other, groaning as I do. “Delicious like the rest of you.”

Again, she laughs. “You have a pregnancy kink.”

I tilt my head as I look at her. “Maybe. I can’t help that you’re unbelievably sexy, and the thought—hell, the gorgeous view—of you carrying our child is a massive turn on. I’m obsessed with you, baby mama.”

I lean down and kiss her again. It’s a shame I’m not someone who wants a ton of kids because I would love getting her pregnant over and over again. Fuck… I groan again.

“Flip over,” she says, pushing on my shoulders.

Another quick kiss, and I do. She climbs on top of me and sinks down my length, her warm, wet pussy gripping my cock.

“Don’t move for a second, baby,” I rasp.

“Rub my clit,” is her response.

Jesus. This girl was made for me.

Gliding my thumb through the wetness leaking out from around the base of my cock, I move it up and swirl it over her swollen clit. She shudders and tilts her hips forward and back. Barely any movement at all, but it sets me on fire.

“Okay.” My voice is still raspy. I can barely breathe. I want this to last because I love when she rides me, and the view right now is fantastic, but I’ve got a few minutes at most before I explode. It’s been too long and I need her too much.

She lifts her hips and I swear I see heaven as she drops them back down. I steady my breathing and focus on her clit, stroking it and flicking it with my thumb as she rides me.

“I love it when you’re deep like this. It feels so—ah—” She cries out as I thrust up while she drops down. “Fuck,” she whines.

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