I watch, fighting my body to not come instantly as she lets loose and takes what she wants. Her body rides me with ease. With each downward grind, she rolls her hips, and I feel her walls quiver. It doesn’t take long before I can feel her cream leaking out and running down my balls, her movements becoming choppier. Her breathing speeds up and her rhythm falters. I quickly take over so that she doesn’t overdo it.
Holding her hips steady, I begin pumping my hips with the powerful thrusts she’s been begging for. Her arms shoot forward, bracing her weight against my chest when she can no longer hold herself up without help. Her fingers curl, and her nails break the skin, instantly my balls start to pull tight at the blinding pleasure her pain causes.
“Give it to me. Let me feel you suck my dick deep with your tight pussy. Come on . . . Give it to me, Beauty.”
She sucks in a shallow breath, her eyes locking with mine for a second before she throws her head back and screams her pleasure. I pull her against my dick, her wetness soaking me as I erupt deep within her tight body.
I move us so that we’re both lying on our sides, my dick still hard and hugged by her body, and enjoy the way she comes back from a hard orgasm. Her glossy eyes struggle to focus, her mouth is open slightly, and her tits rub against my body with each deep pull she takes.
“I love you, my Beauty.”
She smiles, her hand coming up to my cheek before pressing a kiss to my lips. “And I love you, my Beast.”
Knowing that she isn’t far from falling asleep, I pull her in tight and enjoy the feeling of her in my arms and her swollen belly pressed against my abdomen. Feeling each roll and kick my girls offer brings a smile to my face. With all my girls in my arms, I fall asleep with a full heart.
CHAPTER 4
Melissa
Shit.
I’m going to piss myself if I can’t figure out how to get out of Greg’s arms soon. He sleeps like this every night, with my body pulled tight to his and my back against his chest. His arm is around my belly, and his palm is holding firm against the girls. Even in his sleep, he’s protecting us. I would smile and think about how it’s the sweetest, most loving gesture ever if his heavy-ass arm wasn’t pressing against my body in a way that has my bladder, which is already fighting for prime real estate, threatening to burst.
Yeah, this would all be the best in the world—if I weren’t about to wet the bed.
Maybe I need some Depends? God, soon I’m going to be walking around in adult diapers with the way the girls are growing. I’m not sure there’s much more room left for them to grow! Greg loves my pregnant belly, and I bet if he had his way, he would keep me pregnant year round. As much as I love being pregnant, I’m ready for this to be over.
Unfortunately for me, there isn’t an end in sight for at least another two months. Even with as uncomfortable as I am, and as much as I wish I knew what my damn pussy looked like, I’m happy to bake my little princesses for as long as I can.
“Greg, wake up, baby. I need to pee.”
He doesn’t move. His arm doesn’t let up.
“Greg, please. I need to go.”
Squeezing my legs together, praying that I can hold it, I try and wiggle free with no luck. His arms pull me closer and my already screaming bladder starts blaring the warning alarm.
“Oh, God.” I try moving his arm again, but he grumbles something about tugboats and yachts before pulling me even closer. “Shit.”
This isn’t going to be pretty if I can’t get up in the next minute. I try to wake him up gently a few times with no luck. Finally, left with no other option, I pull my arm up before bringing my elbow down, driving it back into his gut. He jumps up with a shout, his feet tangling with the sheets before he falls flat on his ass over the side of the bed. I don’t even have time to enjoy the hilarity of the situation before I’m over the edge and wobbling to the bathroom in a sprint that I’m sure makes me look like a penguin running a marathon.
I close my eyes and moan with the pleasure of an empty bladder. I lean back against the toilet and rub my belly while I finish my business. When I finally finish and open my eyes, I see that I’ve gained an audience.
“You couldn’t try a simple wake-up, babe?”
I cock my brow, ignoring him while I finish up in the bathroom. He just stands there, no shame in his mouthwatering nakedness, rubbing his stomach while his eyes take in every inch of my body.
“God, you look good enough to eat.”
I laugh, washing my hands before turning around and closing the distance between us. “You’re impossible. The next time I spend ten minutes attempting to wake your ass up while you try to hold my body captive, I’m just going to piss all over you.” I smile sweetly at him, laughing when his eyes widen.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, wife.” He smiles down at me, pulling me closer before lowering his mouth to mine. Our kiss is slow and teasing. I can feel his length hardening against my belly, my hands wrapping around his body before gripping his firm ass in my hands and squeezing him closer. He doesn’t waste a second before pulling me back to the bed and showing me how good slow and lazy lovemaking can be.
Twice.