She pushes back hard, her ass hitting my hips and my dick falling from her warm body. In a move that shouldn’t look that easy for a seven-months-pregnant woman—with twins, no less—she has her body turned around and her small hands pushing against my chest until I fall to my back. Right there in the middle of our king-sized bed, I watch as my woman comes to life above me.
We’ve been as conservative as it gets the last month or so of her pregnancy. The bigger the girls get, the harder almost every position gets. It’s pretty much down to me taking her from behind, standing beside the bed so that I don’t crush the girls, or lying there while she rides me the best she can with the weight of her belly throwing her off balance. You won’t hear me complain. I’ll take it however she wants to give it to me. Except for the one way she’s been begging to for the last three weeks.
My girl wants me to fuck her brains out. No more of this slow and torturous lovemaking. Not for Melissa. No, she wants me to fuck her raw, and it scares the shit out of me.
“I’m sick of you treating me like I’m spun from glass. News flash, Greg Cage—I’m not going to break. Your massive dick isn’t going to thump a baby on the head, scar her for life, or poke a hole in her head. But what your dick is going to do is get the hell inside me and fuck me hard!”
I stare up at her as she climbs onto my body. Her face flushed, tits full and swaying with her movements, and her gorgeous body ripe with pregnancy, as she moves over my throbbing dick and impales herself roughly. She throws her head back, her hands going to my thighs and her pussy clenching and rippling around my straining erection.
“Shit…” I hiss, my hands shooting to her hips to help steady her movements. She doesn’t even notice me, her body using mine for everything she’s been craving.
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.