Good thing too, because we’ve already got our next one on the way. We both want a large family, probably a result of living without one for so long. We’re both still putting back together the family that we have left. My aunt Hattie and I have gotten a lot closer since Parker was born. She even moved back here and seems to be dating Charlie. Honestly, it makes sense because growing up, I always thought she had a crush on him, but I was a kid. I had a crush on one of the gargoyles from that cartoon, Gargoyles, so I’m hardly a reliable source.
By the time we make it to our room, Griffin is already pulling my top over my head. “There’s no rush,” I say.
He gives me a look that says, “Really?” without opening his mouth.
I glance at the baby monitor, and he nods. “And pretty soon we’ll have this little one to cock block me too,” he teases.
“I’m pretty sure you’ll figure out a way even with two little ones. You proved that this morning.” Not that I’m complaining that he bent me over the counter without so much as a word, and fucked my brains out. He knows that being pregnant makes me perpetually horny. If I didn’t know how much he loves being a dad, I’d think that was why he wanted to keep me pregnant.
I look over at the monitor, and he puts his big hand around my throat, just under my jaw, and turns my face back to look at me. “She’s just fine. Right now, I’m your Daddy. No one elseexists. Now get your ass on that bed and spread your legs, Daddy is going to make sure you’re nice and wet to take my fat cock.”
I think he has some kind of sex magic that makes clothes disappear or something, because my pants slid down my legs as if they too wanted to submit to him.
Because I’m a little bit of a brat, I don’t immediately open my legs as he asked. His eyes narrow, and I get a little peek at the old Griffin. The one who used to hide behind scowls and sneers.
His hands grasp my knees. “Don’t start being coy, Baby Bird. Tonight, I want you to leave everything else out of this room. Just be a good little slut for Daddy. Can you do that?”
My answer is a long moan as he starts to stroke my clit. The hormones racing through my body already have me on edge, to the point that a bumpy car ride is one of my favorite things right now.
“Mmm,” he hums, lowering himself to his elbows. I feel his tongue slide through my slit and swirl around my clit before he flicks it a few times.
“I love how horny you get when I’ve knocked you up. You’re starving for my cock aren’t you, Baby Bird?”
With just a few strokes, he has me mindlessly going along with any of the dirty things he says. I’m like an addict jonesing for my next fix, only my drug of choice is my husband’s dick.
I nod my head, already disobeying orders and rolling onto my knees. My mouth is watering, and I feel like I might actually die if I don’t get to stretch my mouth over his thick shaft.
Griffin stands still and lets me crawl to him. He doesn’t guide me down or do anything to speed me along. Still, I’m ravenous for the taste of him. He’s my entire world, and yet somehow I need more of him.
I can feel my core squeezing around nothing as I bob my head up and down his cock. There’s kind of an out-of-body moment, where I am aware of the sounds I’m making, and thefact that I’m about to come simply by sucking my husband’s cock, but the erotic scene overwhelms me.
When I come, I lose focus, and manage to choke myself on his still very erect cock.
“Now, now, let’s save gagging on my cock for another time.”
I collapse back on the bed, somehow spent from the accidental orgasm.
Once again, he pushes my knees apart and moves up my body. Without much warning, he buries his face in my pussy, and starts to eat me like I’m his last meal. His tongue spears in and out of my opening. With energy I didn’t know I still had, I’m grinding against his face without any forethought.
“Uhhh,” I shout as I climax for the second time.
This makes him lick and suck harder. The slurping sounds would normally embarrass me, but my body has traveled to a different planet where things like shame don’t exist.
He continues the journey up my body and stops to suck at my breasts. Before he’d suck hard enough that he would bring me close to orgasm with nipple play alone. He’s a bit more cautious now, having read every book on pregnancy there is. Neither of us wants to take any unnecessary risks, even if it does seem a bit over-cautious, this early at least.
When he’s close to my ear, he whispers. “Don’t worry, Baby Bird, Daddy will do all the work.”
He pushes inside of me slowly. I’m on the edge already, despite the two orgasms. Once he’s all the way in, he gives me some time to adjust to his size. Then he starts to rock in and out slowly. He’s torturing me with this pace because my body is nearly vibrating with the need for him to take me hard and fast.
This is for him, though, but he knows I’ll enjoy it too. Everything about this is erotic to me, particularly the tiny huffs he’s making as he pulls out and pushes back in. It doesn’t take long before I’m clawing at his back.
“You want to be fucked hard?”
I nod.
He pulls out of me, and I immediately regret my response. Before I have too much time to dwell on that. though, he flips me over onto my stomach, pulls my hips back, and slaps my ass hard enough to sting. “I want to hear you. Do you want to be fucked hard?” He punctuates his statement with a slap to the other cheek.
“Yes,” I mumble.
