She groaned and hooked her fingers into my underwear and pulled them down.
My eyes went to her mouth as she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, pulling back just as fast.
I growled in frustration.
“You’re killing me,” I groaned.
She pushed me back onto the couch, or tried to, but I didn’t budge.
“Not this time,” I growled as I pulled her into me. “This time you let me taste.”
She was already shaking her head and thrusting that plastic tube into my face.
“This,” she said. “You need to do this. Seriously, Troup. I need a cock inside of me.”
I grabbed her by the hips, twirled her around, and bent her over the closest chair.
“You’re going to get one,” I grunted.
“But…” She hesitated when I sank my cock inside of her. “I need a cock when you’re not here.”
I lifted my hand to the tube and took it from her hand.
Doing two things at once, both of which took concentration, wasn’t something that I was particularly good at. Not when one of those things meant I had her pussy wrapped around my cock.
I handed it back to her, then I pulled her back into me so that we were both standing still, my cock buried deep inside of her.
“We need to be seated for this, I think,” I murmured, reluctantly pulling out of her.
She groaned and whirled around, her belly leading the way, and I caught her before she could go flying.
“Careful,” I warned, my hand on her belly. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
She licked her lips. “I won’t.”
I walked backward to the couch and sat on it, gesturing for her to come to me when I was fully seated.
She all but ran, and then jumped in my lap, her knees hitting the soft cushions on either side of me with a bounce.
I laughed and caught her to me, pulling her in close.
She immediately started to sheathe herself on my cock again, and I leaned forward and caught her perky nipple in my mouth again.
“This is better anyway,” she panted as she slowly worked my cock deep inside of her. “You can play with my nipples. They’re so sensitive, Trouper.”
“Are they?” I asked. “Why?”
I’d never been around pregnant people. Not ever.
My parents had only had one—me. And when Easton had come along, I’d been nowhere near them.
So Beckham was the first pregnant person that I’d ever been around. The idea that her nipples were more sensitive was foreign to me.
I had no clue how pregnancy worked. What was and wasn’t normal.
“Blood flow,” she whispered, her eyes closed as she slowly lifted up and came back down on my cock in small increments. “My lower region is supposedly more sensitive, too. I wouldn’t really know that. I mean, other than being horny all the damn time, nothing has really changed. You’ve always made me feel that way.”
I chuckled darkly against her skin as I moved to the other breast, circling the peak with my tongue before biting down lightly.
I guess I didn’t understand just how sensitive she was, because seconds after biting her nipple, she started to come.
Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and she wailed out so loudly that I feared the guards outside would come barreling in to make sure I wasn’t killing her.
They didn’t, thank God, but it was a worry until I placed my hand over her mouth to keep those screams muffled.
I looked down at where we were connected and wanted to come right along with her.
The way her pussy was rippling and squeezing me had my cock hardening even further, and my balls drawing up, readying to empty.
To distract myself from coming, I lifted off the top of the goo thing she made and touched it with my fingers.
It was cold and wet and slimy.
Yeah, I wouldn’t have wanted that on my cock.
I shoved three fingers inside and stilled.
When she opened her eyes and stared at me, her gaze was floored.
“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” she said, starting to move again.
My free hand went to her hip, and I urged her to grind on me harder.
“Move up and down,” I urged again. “It makes your breasts bounce.”
She didn’t hesitate to do exactly what I wanted.
I watched, mesmerized, while she worked her pussy up and down the length of my cock.
The way she felt around me—hot, silky, and smooth—was intoxicating.
We’d only ever had sex that one night ungloved. The rest had all been responsibly.
Obviously, it hadn’t mattered whether we were responsible or not since she’d still gotten pregnant, but I was thoroughly enjoying the hell out of having my cock bare inside of her.
I could feel so much more.
The rippling of her pussy.
The heat.
The smoothness.
But then her tits were bouncing, and her belly was poking out so cute.
It was all a heady combination that had me growling as I tried to keep my orgasm at bay.
“Play with your clit,” I ordered. “I want to see you come again.”
She didn’t waste time, giving me exactly what I wanted.
Her hands went to her body. One went to her nipple, pinching and squeezing, while the other went to her clit, swirling and teasing.
I groaned, loving the way that she looked as she did it.
“Ah, fuck,” I growled. “That’s so fucking hot.”
She opened her eyes and stared directly at me.
“What’s hotter is the way you make me feel,” she said. “The way that I’m going to remember this very thing tonight when I’m alone in bed. I’m going to touch my clit and bury these fingers in my pussy and think of you. How this feels. How great you feel filling me up so full that it feels like I might burst.”
She started to bounce harder, closer now.
“Think I can suck your neglected nipple and you can still rub your clit?” I asked.
She offered up her other breast, tilting it in my direction.
I leaned forward and captured it with my lips, sucking it in tight before flicking the peak with my tongue.
She shrieked, and with my hands all occupied, I couldn’t stop her from allowing her pleasure to be heard. If they wanted to hear it, anyway.
Maybe they weren’t close enough.
Maybe they were.
Maybe I didn’t care.
Her pussy was once again clamping down tight on my cock, and this time I couldn’t stop myself from giving her exactly what I wanted to give her.
My cum.
I grunted as the first pulse left my body, bathing her heated insides with all things me.
She cried out again, and I bit down lightly on her nipple to keep it in place due to her thrashing.
That only caused her to go even more wild.
My fingers slipped in the goo, but I didn’t care.
Not one single bit.
Pulling my fingers out, I latched on to her ass and helped her move as the last dregs of both of our orgasms were wrung out of us.
When she finally came to a still on top of me, I leaned forward and rested my forehead against her chest.
She was panting lightly, and the pounding of her heart against my forehead was a reassuring feeling that I’d missed these last four months.
That’s when the baby moved against my belly, giving me a hard kick to let me know that he didn’t appreciate the cramped quarters he was experiencing.