“I need you inside me, Casey.” I need him to remind me I’m his, that nothing can change that. I need him to erase the touch that sits on my skin still.
Casey doesn’t care that we are not alone. He drags my dress up my thighs, stopping before I’m exposed. Then his hand slides between my legs. I spread them as far as I can on the stool. My breath catches as he rubs me through my panties. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?”
“Yes, please.”
I rest my head back against his chest, and his free hand is a band above my bump. “What am I going to do with my greedy little wife?”
“Give me what I need.” I whimper as the pressure in my core builds.
I don’t care that we have an audience. I’m only focused on how his touch feels, but clearly, Casey does. His face stays buried in my neck as he hollers, “Everyone out!”
“Casey…” I rasp his name, somewhere between a prayer and a demand, squirming against his touch. “You can’t expect everyone to leave.”
But he can because the room is suddenly quiet, still in a way that tells me there’s nobody here now.
The perks of being the president, I guess.
“No one gets to see you come but me,” he murmurs against my neck.
Oh damn.
He slides his fingers along the waistband of my panties, then he is inside them, his fingers stroking through my wetness.
It feels obscene to have my legs spread, my fingers gripping the edge of the bar, his hand inside my panties in a room that was busy only moments ago.
With his fingers inside me, and the pressure against that sensitive bundle of nerves, I can feel my orgasm building. My legs twitch, my thighs clench as he works that bundle of nerves until I can’t catch a moment between my ragged breaths.
“Casey!” I rasp his name as my climax tears through me, love and passion mixing until I can’t focus on anything but existing at this moment.
Not only am I seeing stars, I’m pretty sure I’m floating among them.
My heart is hammering as he slides out of my underwear, trailing his fingers along places that are already too sensitive. Then he helps me onto my feet.
Before I can react, he bends me over the bar, my bump grazing against the edge. I feel my dress flip over my ass, and then my panties are torn down my legs and Casey kicks them apart.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he says, wrapping his hands around my stomach as he plunges into me from behind.
I toss my head back, letting out a strangled cry as my body stretches wide around his thickness. His hands protect our baby from hitting the edge of the counter as he drags back, every inch of him scraping over my insides in a delicious way, and then slams back inside me.
My legs are wobbly, my vision hazy, and my body is singing.
I collapse my weight onto the bar, no strength left in me as my husband fucks me like he’s possessed. Every thrust burns and stretches, every drag of his length inside me sets off micro explosions of pleasure.
“I love fucking you like this.” He groans, slamming into me. The sound of our bodies meeting each other’s is loud in the quiet. “Do you have any idea how perfect you look? Bent over, your bump hanging down while I fill you with my seed. I want to see my cum running down your thighs. I want you to feel my seed on your skin for days after I’m finished marking you. I’m gonna keep you pregnant forever, Lexi. I’m gonna keep this belly big and round.”
I curl my toes into my sandals, as if I can grip onto the last tether of sanity. I’m not sure if I’m still breathing, or just dragging in whatever air I can get as he keeps his grip like iron around our baby.
“Even your cunt knows who owns it,” he growls. “You feel it sucking me into your sweet pussy, taking every inch of me like the good girl you are?”
I can’t think, only focus on the sensations ripping through me and the strangled cries tearing out of my mouth. Every time he pushes deeper, grinding up against that place inside me, my vision whites out.
“More… I need more.” I don’t care that I sound desperate. I am. We’re both walking the line of control, teetering on an edge that we might fall off at any moment.
“Listen to you, begging for my cock like a needy little thing.” He keeps his fingers splayed over my belly, but the other circles my clit, and I hang onto the bar like it’s the only thing keeping me upright, because it is.
“Fill me up, Casey. Make me yours…” I push back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“You wanted to tease me with this pretty little dress, didn’t you? Show everyone this body is carrying everything that’s mine?” His voice is thick, cracked with barely held together restraint.
