His brows come together, and his mouth slack. “No.”
My shoulders sag. “I’m sorry. Maybe that’s not what it was.” He doesn’t speak, but his eyes are locked on my bump, as if he’s trying to see through to my uterus.
There are tears in his eyes, and the way his throat bobs tells me he’s choked up.
“Casey?”
“I’ll feel them when it’s time, but… Lex? That’s our baby in there.”
My throat clogs with emotion. I’ve never seen him like this—not in all the time we’ve been married. “It makes it feel more real, right?”
He bends down, kissing every inch of my stomach where our baby moved inside me. “Hey kid, it’s your dad.” I blink back my tears as he delivers those sweet words. “I ain’t even met you yet and I already fucking love you.”
I blink, swiping at my cheeks. “They’re lucky to have you,” I say, meaning every word.
This baby is going to be loved so much, and not just by me and Casey, but our entire club family.
“I fucking promise you, I’m going to be the best fucking father possible.” He splays his hand wide, covering as much of my stomach as he can. “Ours.Fuck.”
He’s so undone and I’ve never loved him more than I do in this moment.
I shift clumsy and ungraceful, but I end up in his lap, my knees on either side of his hips, my ass on his thighs. My fingers thread through his hair as I claim his mouth. He holds my back, steadying me, our baby between us as our tongues tangle.
My body feels alive, alert.
He lays me down and kisses up my thighs, every touch of his mouth igniting a fire inside me.
Then he crawls up my body to pull my shirt down, my bra too, so he can latch around my nipple. His mouth is hot and wet as he swirls his tongue over the hardening bud.
“I can’t wait for these to be full of milk. To watch you feed our kid.” He squeezes my tits between his fingers, licking and sucking both of them in turn.
“These are growing too.”
He sucks my breasts like he’s feeding from me, and my back arches off the cushions, my pussy clenching. “Casey.” His name is a ragged plea. I need him. Inside me. Filling the ache within my body. I try to grind against him, trying to ease the need building between my quivering thighs.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.”
My leggings end up around my ankles and my panties are pulled to the side, giving him just enough access to flatten his tongue against my clit. My hips jerk as electric need pulses inside me, but he holds them down while he swirls his tongue through my wetness.
“Every part of you is mine,” he repeats his earlier sentiment. “This baby in your belly, this pretty fucking cunt. All of it.”
My orgasm hits me like a tsunami. I’m so sensitive since I became pregnant and my pussy is still clamping around air when he pushes his thick shaft inside me.
He doesn’t bother to take my panties off. He’s still holding them to the side, giving him just enough room to enter me.
I spread my thighs as wide as I can, trying to give him more space, but my leggings around my ankles are chains. It makes it feel so tight when he thrusts into me.
Shit. I’m going to pass out.
Fucked into oblivion by my husband.
Heat pools in my belly as my climax grows, begging for release. I want to wrap my legs around his back, pull him deeper inside me, but all I can do is lie there and take what he gives me.
And he gives me good.
Every thrust feels like he’s trying to become one with my body. He’s careful to keep his weight off me, his eyes never leaving mine as he rolls his hips and pushes deeper inside me.
“This pretty little cunt was made to carry my kid.”
