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“You were never bad at it in my opinion.” My hand teased her lovely tits as they perked up, she was still so sensitive to my touch.

I fondled her breasts, pinching and pulling at them until they beckoned my mouth. They were getting fuller, but she hadn’t gained weight. We weren’t really taking too many precautions, I pulled out most of the time, but not all of the time. She could have already been pregnant. She had stopped using birth control, per my request as our wedding was only months away, as long as she wouldn’t be showing, we were in the clear. Doing the math and mentioning it in the press would be in bad taste, so I figured we didn’t really have much to worry about.

A baby was always in the plan and in the contract that Avery, thank the heavens, had already signed. Having her sign the contract was a stipulation my father had insisted upon or else we would not have been allowed to have an engagement party. She was legally bound to me, so we stopped being as cautious with my sperm.

“How do you want me?” I asked after revving up her gorgeous body so that she’d enjoy our lovemaking as much as I intended to.

“From behind,” she breathed as she angled her ass to me.

We both loved this position because I would enter her and envelop her with my arms, body, and every ounce of me. This way it felt like I could in encase her in a hug while rocketing her body to the Moon. She seemed to cum harder in that position. Her pussy was still so tight as it sucked hard on my cock. I decided that she did it on purpose because she knew her tight vagina muscles made me insane with lust.

I laid my weight into my thrusting and the deeper I went the more her pussy squeezed me. I tried to hold out as long as I could, but we had had a long day and I spent most of it dreaming of the night we’d have together. I didn’t last long and came deep within her. I felt her flinch just the moment I filled her vagina with my seed. As soon as I’d emptied myself into her, she relaxed, succumbing to the circumstance.

“Are you sure it will be okay if I’m pregnant at our wedding?” she joked without much enthusiasm.

“Who would know? We’ll be wed soon enough, even if you were, you wouldn’t be showing. Is there a chance you are pregnant?” I asked staying inside of her for a moment longer, enjoying her warmth.

“Well, we’ve gotten a little careless.” Her voice lowered. I shuddered my last drops into her as I still clutched her tightly to my chest. “I’m not sure how long it will take to get pregnant after I stopped taking my birth control pills, but um, you just unloaded the whole truck into me, so I can’t imagine it will take longer.”

“I’ll schedule an appointment with the doctor. Have you missed your monthly? Isn’t it too early to tell?” I didn’t want my voice to sound as hopeful as it did, but my heart rate escalated at the thought that we might already be with the child.

“Um, yes… I was supposed to get my period this week.” She gently pulled herself off of me and turned into my flushed body. “Sometimes when you stop taking birth control your menstruation can be irregular, so I don’t know for sure. “I just thought we might want a little more time… with it just being us.”

“We’ll still have time to enjoy each other. Trust me, when a baby comes into this home so will a whole village of staff. The upstairs rooms will be almost full of nannies, an onsite doctor, there will be a night nurse and a daytime one. You’ll have ladies in waiting. We’ll be lucky if we even see the little tyke. If you’re pregnant, all is going to plan.” I didn’t want to blow her off, but it would make things a lot easier for me if she was pregnant. “We’ll be off the hook for a while because as soon as we have a child, the kingdom won’t be hungry for another for a couple of years. We can spend that time together.”

“Sure… the plan.” She seemed so sad.

Her moods often vacillated between happiness and a forlorn quietness.

“Can we talk about it?” We were doing so well together; I didn’t want her to drift too far away.

“I’m supposed to show at New York Fashion week a few days after our wedding. I need to finish the designs and hire models and hire an assistant who can do all the preliminary work while I’m here getting married, then after the show, I’ll need to launch my line and sell it and…” she was really getting herself worked up.

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