I’M NOT SURE WHAT’S GOTTEN into me.
One second, I was begging for my girl to forgive me. The next, I was demanding that she beg me for my cock.
I took my pregnant woman rough and hard. And I didn’t just fuck her. No, I took one look at her body, ripe with the pregnancy of my child, and lost my fucking mind.
I move from behind her, careful that her spent body doesn’t fall onto her stomach, and lay her on her side. After jumping off the bed, I walk to the bathroom to clean myself off. As I wash my cock with a warm washcloth, I look in the mirror at my flushed skin. Sweat is beading down my chest, and my cock is still impossibly hard even after having just come twice.
After making sure I cleaned myself off, I run a new washcloth under the warm water and walk back over to the bed. Her eyes are closed, and her chest is moving up and down in a slow rhythm. My eyes trail down her flushed neck, and when I see my come dry on her skin—all over her long neck and tits—my cock jumps. Fuck, that’s hot.
I bring the washcloth to her skin and almost hate that I have to wipe myself off her body. She doesn’t even flinch as I clean her chin, neck, and tits. Not even a twitch when I rub the warm cotton over the ass I just fucked hard. She does hum in her sleep, but other than that, nothing.
I use this time to take in her body. Her belly looks so large now that I’m getting a good look. Her slim body makes her look like she swallowed a ball. When I think again about our child growing inside her, I want to fuck her all over again. It’s as if it wakes some primal desire to claim her that was dormant until now.
After tossing the dirty washcloth towards my hamper, I climb into the bed and pull the sheets over her body. My hand goes straight to her belly, and when I feel little bumps against my palm, my eyes go wide.
That. That right there is my child. A child I made with Dani.
That primal urge hits me again, reminding me that now she is connected to me forever. I know she loves me. There is no denying that. But this child? This child connects us in a way that will never change.
Our baby continues to make its presence known, and I close my eyes and let the peace that washes over me settle my heart.
“I’m going to marry you, Dani-girl,” I vow to the silence around me.
“Okay, baby,” she mumbles.
I thought she was asleep, so when I hear her sleepy voice answer me back, my eyes shoot to hers, and when I see her beautiful smile and bright-green eyes swimming with tears, I shake my head and move to kiss her deep.
“Why the tears?”
“I love you,” she says, not answering me.
“Dani. The tears.”
“I love you. That’s why the tears. But if you plan on marrying me, you better ask me when you haven’t just fucked me raw.”
I laugh, kissing her again, “Noted.”
“I missed you,” she sighs.
“I know, Dani-girl. Never again. I won’t leave you again, baby.”
She shifts so that her eyes come to mine. “You can’t promise that, Cohen. You don’t know when they’ll call you back.” She doesn’t say it, but I hear the fear in her voice, and I hate that it’s there.
“Actually, I can promise that. I’m out, baby. I let them know that I was leaving the program two days ago. I still have some shit I need to tie up with them, but I won’t be leaving.”
Her eyes go wide, and she looks at me in shock before—much to my surprise—she lets out a pitiful noise and drops her head, wrapping her arms around my body and holding me as tight as she can while she loses her shit.
“Dani-girl, you need to calm yourself.”
She doesn’t stop, just sobs harder.
Helpless and unable to stop her from drowning us both with tears, I bring her body close and wait for her cries to end.
“You’re not going to leave us?” she questions after a few minutes.
Us.