So although I was fucking her against the hard wall in the dark hallway, instead of on a soft bed, I had the presence of mind to take it easy. It was a whole new experience for me having to fuck her this slow. I was mindful of my cock’s length and its hardness and made sure not to fuck too deep as she tried to get me to go faster.
Her loud moans echoed down the hallway as she fucked herself on my cock. We were both starting to sweat from the heat in the hallway, our skin sticking together as our bodies slid against each other.
She must’ve come three or four times like that, each time her pussy coating my cock with cream until her legs began to tremble. My arms grew tired from holding her up, and I took her down to the floor and pulled out.
I gave her my mouth while stroking my cock before putting her on her hands and knees so I could fuck into her from behind. Knowing that my son was even now forming inside her worked as an aphrodisiac on my senses, and having to go slow heightened the intense pleasure.
I reached around her this time not for her clit but for her still flat tummy and held it beneath my warm hand. Leaning over, I put my lips close to her ear. “I told you I was going to fuck my kid in you, that it wouldn’t take long. How does it feel knowing that you’re carrying my child?”
“Feels good!” That was her feverish response as she pushed back onto my cock nice and slow. “Get used to it, to being filled with my seed. I plan to fuck one in you every chance I get. Would you like that? Huh? Would you like being my sweet little broodmare?”
Her pussy juice flowed at my words, and she tightened around me. I kept whispering things to her that I knew would incite her lust, things that would make her hot and ready for anything I gave her.
“Now that my child is in you, I can fuck your ass more often.” I know she likes having her ass stretched by my rod, that she likes, even more, when I fuck her in both places, going from one to the other until we’re both out of our minds.
Her pregnancy was not going to slow us down in any way; in fact, I think I might spend more time buried inside her than I already do now. My thoughts were getting ahead of me, and it wasn’t long before I was cumming inside her, bringing her along with me with a hand on her clit.
I got to my feet with my arms wrapped around her from behind, still buried inside her, and walked down the hallway to her room. I laid her on the bed on her side and laid behind her with my hand protectively over our child as she scooted her ass back, still searching for cock.
I ran my hand up and down her middle, reveling in the joy of bringing another child into the world. What’s more, I couldn’t wait to share the experience with her. I’ve seen the way she is with the girls, already know that she’s going to be an amazing mother. But this is going to be different. This child would be made from the two of us.
In my head, I was already imagining her big and round with my child, could already imagine the many nights spent buried inside her pregnant pussy, something I also find irresistible. I’d enjoyed Melinda’s pregnant body and had no doubt that I’d enjoy hers even more.
I can’t help comparing the two women, not since I’d made the decision I had a couple of weeks ago to make her my wife. I guess it was only natural since I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice, but I think it’s very telling that the niece had the aunt beat in every which way imaginable.
I didn’t tell her that her aunt was making noises about wanting to come back to her family, something I’d told her when the divorce became final will never happen. And I knew once the others found out the truth about us that it might make things hard for her, but I have the answer for that as well.
I’ve already started looking at houses in the country. Far enough away from everyone not to be bothered. I’d only been waiting for the news she just gave me. I also wanted to be able to take my woman in my bed, our bed, instead of having to sneak into hers.
I’ve never taken her in my bed, never even let her cross the door because I’d shared that room with another woman. I wouldn’t disrespect her like that, not if I could help it. So there were a lot of good reasons to go ahead with the plans I’d set in motion. I have no problem with my ex seeing the kids, but it will be on my terms. But before we get there, I have to have my ring on Samantah’s finger.
That way, no one can come between us, not that I’d ever let that happen. But I know the power of a wedding ring and that piece of paper that tells the world she’s mine. She has no idea any of this was going on; I hadn’t divulged anything as yet; tomorrow was soon enough.
I started moving my cock in and out of her again from behind as she laid on her side, her head turned so we could feed on each other’s mouths. I felt the swell of love so strong it blinded me for a second, and I whispered the words I’d held back from her until I was sure.
“I love you.” I’ve never spoken those words out loud to another person before never felt them as much. And when she gave them back to me as she came on my cock, I felt my world settle around me.
Samantah
I stood in front of the mirror with my hands on my extended tummy. I was at the seven-month mark, and everything was coming along just right. There were a few less changes than I’d expected. Just my growing size and a slight rise in appetite, but the thing that stood out most were my sexual cravings; I want him constantly.
Once we’d moved into the farmhouse he’d bought out in the middle of nowhere on the ten thousand acre plot, we’d sat the girls down and tried to explain the change in our relationship. They only understood that they now had a new mommy, that I was more than just the babysitting cousin.
When we got married, he asked me to adopt them so that they’d never be without a mother, something he said he’d thought of long and hard because of my age, but I assured him that that was not a factor.
Now we were just waiting for the triplets to be born. It seems my husband is a master at producing multiples. That’s why each day I find myself in the mirror as it looks like my tummy grows much faster than I’d expected as well. The doctor doesn’t think I can carry them to term, but I’m hoping to carry them for as long as I safely can before letting them induce me.
Drake is on the fence on that one. He’s become even more possessive than before, and with that possessiveness comes a heavy dose of over protection. He takes care of my every need both in bed and out.
I heard him enter the spacious master bedroom behind me and looked at him in the mirror as he made his way towards me. “The girls asleep?”
“Yes, mommy, I was able to get them down without too much fuss.” He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, taking over holding my stomach.
I love feeling his hands on my pregnant body. Love the way he loves me now that my body is no longer tight and firm the way it was a few months ago. He seems to find great pleasure in touching me, watching me, fucking me, with my distended belly.
He licked the skin behind my ear as he rubbed circles on my stomach, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. His hands moved over our child as he pressed his hardening cock into my ass, grinding himself into me, mimicking the act of making love.
“You want me?” His whispered words made my knees go weak, and I reached my hand back and placed it around his neck, moving mine to the side to give him better access.