“Sounds like you’re gagging for it. Is that what you want? Do you want to gag on Daddy’s cock?”
She whimpers in reply and starts to try and slip down my body to answer me a different way, but I tighten my hold on her pussy, just enough to keep her in place.
“I don’t want your mouth this time, Baby Bird. I want you desperate enough to come and bounce on my lap. If you want it so bad, come and take what you need.”
I push my boxers down, then pull her shorts and panties off as well. Then I wait to see if she’s going to be bold enough to ride me.
She doesn’t seem to understand just how sexy I find her when she’s pregnant. Seeing her belly round with my baby, knowing a part of both of us is growing inside of her, it gets me hard. Well, to be fair, everything about her, pregnant and not, makes me hard. I do like knowing that other men will see her and know that she’s taken and well-fucked.
Wren doesn’t make me wait long before she clumsily crawls up my body. I hold my dick in place for her to lower herself down on it.
I expect her to start off slow, rock back and forth a little, but my teasing has her desperate for release. Her nails dig into my chest as she keeps herself propped up.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as she rises and slams back down hard. It’s too good, and I won’t last long like this. Seeing her full tits swaying and her round belly, I almost blow just by the visual.
My head falls back, and I can feel all the muscles and tendons tighten in my neck. I try to will myself to last longer, but I can feel the electrical pulses growing in my balls, and I know I’m not going to make it.
“Slow down, Baby Bird. I want this to be good for you, but you’re really fucking good at this.”
I turn my face away from the ceiling to look at her, and I see that she’s lost to the feeling. She rises up, and I watch my cock go in and out of her pussy as she lifts and lowers herself. Something animalistic takes over me, and I lift my hips, slamming up into her every time she drops down.
Her hands leave my chest and go to her breasts. Slowly, she rolls and tugs at her nipples. Without her hands on me, it’s harder for her to rise and lower herself on my cock. To help her out, I continue to buck into her. When I reach between her legs and rub her clit in time with my thrusts, she detonates.
I’m talking her pussy clamps down on my cock like we’re forever fused together, and a low moan seems to pull straight from her chest. The pressure is so intense that I blow my load instantly. I keep pushing into her, even though she’s locked tight around me, but I feel a feral need to keep filling her with as much cum as my body contains, and until my balls are completely empty.
When her internal convulsions stop enough to let my cock slip free, she falls down next to me. She’s still and quiet for several minutes, and I think she’s gone to sleep. It happens often when she’s pregnant. Her head is on my chest, and I slowly stroke her back, just enjoying this moment where that disconnect I was feeling earlier seems to have retreated again.
Then she whispers so quietly I almost miss it. “Please let this be real.”
I want to tell her that she and I are the most real thing on earth, but I think Charlie’s right. Nothing I say is going to fix this. I can only hold her through it, tonight, tomorrow night, and all the tomorrows after that until she believes that we are forever.
Knowing what to do is only part of it, because I still need to get to the bottom of why I need to convince my own wife that she’s safe with me.
Chapter Thirteen
Griffin - Past
“Are you ready to go?”I shout down the hall.
She’s already changed her clothes twice. Then she started to cry and stripped everything off. I made the mistake of reminding her that she’d probably have to change into one of those gowns that expose your ass anyway.
Absolutely the wrong thing to say. It only takes a second to realize that by the face she makes. It looks like she’s not quite sure if she’s pissed off or if she’s going to cry.
I’m at a loss. She’s convinced that she’s going to have gestational diabetes this time, because she’s so much bigger than she was with Parker. The breakdown happened when I had to get down other maternity clothes from the attic, because she’s only able to wear some of the things she wore during her seventh month. Nothing she wore around the twenty-week mark fits at all.
“Baby Bird, we have to get to your doctor’s appointment so you can ask them about everything you’re worried about. I promise, no one will know you wore those clothes much later with Parker.”
She sniffles and waddles out. “You know.”
“C’mon, don’t you want to see the baby?” I know she does, so this should get her out of the house.
I could tell her how sexy I think she is when she’s pregnant with my baby, but I doubt she’d believe me right now. And if she did, we wouldn’t have time for me to prove it to her.
Just that brief thought makes me hard. I can’t believe she thinks I’m not attracted to her. I try to subtly adjust myself, not that there will be enough room in my jeans until my cock realizes it’s not play time right now.
Keyword is try, but there’s nothing subtle about this boner, and Wren doesn’t miss my effort to give the beast a bit more room. It does make her giggle, though.
“Glad that my discomfort makes you happy,” I grumble. I’m not really bothered, though. Still can’t let her start thinking that my inner grump is completely gone.
