“If your daughter is beautiful like your wife, will your son be handsome like his father?”
Omiri nodded, smiling arrogantly. “Yeah, he’s gonna match my fly.”
I began circling my hips while his hands guided me up and down his dick. He felt so damn good. This felt so damn good…and real.
“This feels like déjà vu,” I said softly and kissed him.
“I feel you on that. I got my wife pregnant at a hotel two years ago after a Super Bowl party. It’s crazy as fuck that I’m here with you like this now. Probably not the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”
I grinned and nodded. “Probably not but you’re safe. You can’t get me pregnant.”
His tongue glided over his bottom lip before he kissed me. “Don’t be so sure.”
“I’m very sure, because it’s impossible.”
His eyes narrowed on my face and I quickly added, “I’m already carrying my husband’s baby.”
He froze and his eyes narrowed even more. “You’re…”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Pregnant.”
“Fuck, are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
His ass smiled and kissed me again, but this time he poured his soul into mine with every swipe of his tongue and upward thrust of his dick. When I had his eyes again, they were cocky and determined.
“You’re already carrying one, let’s see if I can put another one in there and make that shit twins.”
I laughed when he lifted us and my back hit the mattress. He pulled back and drove into me hard, making me spread my legs wider.
“That’s not possible.”
“This is me, baby. Anything’s possible when I have you.”
His mouth was on mine again and I decided to see how this played out. We definitely weren’t having twins, but if nothingelse, I was going to thoroughly enjoy the effort because this love, this man, and this dick were only for me…
