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I pulled back and watched as she fucked herself on my fingers. She was exquisite. Everything about her was gorgeous, and I couldn’t believe she was with me. That she still wanted to be with me after everything that had happened.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Armando, I need you,” she pleaded breathlessly.
“I got you, baby.”
I slipped my fingers out, and she lifted her hips up slightly as I lined myself up with her entrance. Slowly she lowered herself down onto my cock with a deep moan. It was the sweetest sound I had ever heard and one I was never going to get tired of hearing. Bit by bit, she lowered herself down until she was fully seated on my cock. She let out a shaky breath as she paused to allow herself a moment to adjust. I moved my hand down and started to rub her clit as I spoke.
“You feel so good. So hot and wet.”
She arched against me as she let out a mewl. She wiggled her hips for a moment before slowly lifting up and moving back down. I placed my hands on her ass and helped her while keeping her pace. Bit by bit, she began to pick up her pace. It wasn’t long before our moans echoed off the tiled bathroom walls and water splashed out of the tub.
We were both already on edge; it would not be long before we fell off the cliff. I moved my hands over her hips to lift her up and slam her back down as I felt her movements getting quicker. With a sharp hit to her sweet spot, she was screaming out.
“Fuck, Armando!”
I felt her inner walls tightening around my cock, squeezing it for everything it had. The heat of her cum and the pulsing of her pussy was all too much for me. I gave a final thrust before burying myself completely inside of her and came. She gave a long moan as the heat of my own cum flooded her insides; we both continued to pulse around each other. She rested her forehead against mine.
We were both too tired to try and move, let alone speak. The room was filled with our panting breaths. After a moment, she moved back just slightly, and I was able to look into her eyes. At this moment, I realized that I had begun to fall in love with her.
Chapter twenty-five
Natalie
I was a nervous wreck and had a hard time sitting down or staying still. I had been pacing around my room for the past hour. I knew I should be resting, but I couldn’t get my mind to settle long enough to sit down and relax. Dr. Holland was coming by today to do another check-up on me, and I was extremely worried and nervous about what he was going to tell me.
Part of me couldn’t help but think I was being ridiculous because anything he could tell me would be nothing compared to what I needed to hear. He couldn’t run any tests so all he could do was check my blood pressure and listen to the baby’s heartbeat. All it would tell me is if my body was ok and the baby’s heartbeat was still good. He couldn’t tell me if something was seriously wrong with either of us. I needed more tests and hoped I could convince him of that today.
I was brought out of my thoughts by the knock at my door and before I even could say for the person on the other side to come in, the door was opened.
“By all means, come right in,” I said sarcastically to Dr. Holland. Apparently, privacy to this man was overrated.
“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Get on the bed so I can examine you,” he ordered.
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I wanted to hear my baby’s heartbeat, so I was going to have to tolerate his shit. I went over and lay down on the bed as he went about putting on some gloves. When he was ready, he came over. I ignored the feel of his hands on my stomach as he started to examine me. I didn't know what good any of this would be if there were no tests done.
I tolerated his examination. It all became worth it when I felt him probe my lower stomach. I held my breath and waited to hear the sweetest sound in the world. After a moment, I felt all the stress and worry released from my body as the sound of my child’s heartbeat filled the room. I had no idea if it was good or not, but the sound instantly had tears in my eyes.
Currently, this was the only way I could know that I had a baby growing inside of me. I didn’t have an ultrasound photo. I wasn’t far enough along to feel any movement. All I had to hold onto was the sound of his or her heartbeat.
“Hm,” Dr. Holland said, as he took the probe away and I was instantly missing the sound.
“Is something wrong?”
I didn’t know if he was pleased or not by my baby’s heartbeat. His face was unreadable and he didn’t have any bedside manner at all.
“It sounds fine,” he said, as he moved away, collected the various items he had, and placed them back into his bag.
“What are my odds of carrying to full-term?”
I didn’t really want him to answer. I was terrified of the answer, especially in my current circumstance. Still, I had to ask because my mind wouldn’t stop thinking about all of the possibilities that could go wrong.
“Do what I have told you to do. That’s all I have to say.”
He dismissed me as he headed out of my bedroom. What a fucking asshole. Great, now I really had no idea how well the baby was doing and what my odds were. I knew that Armando was trying to make sure I got out of here before my second trimester, but the clock was ticking and with every second, I was struggling to stay positive and not give up hope. The fear was settling in, and I could do nothing about it. I needed time to think and get my emotions back under control before I faced Armando.
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