"Jake."
He lifted his head, but he didn't stop what he was doing. I fought through the pleasure to keep the stern expression on my face.
"I am pregnant."
He grinned.
"I know sweetheart."
He lowered his head again, tugging my clit into his mouth and sucking on it. I let out a squeal of pleasure before refocusing on the task at hand. Getting my husband to make sweet love to me.
Hell, I'd settle for a rough and dirty quickie at this point.
"Jake."
"Hmmm hmmm?"
"Pregnant women need to pee more often than other women."
He lifted his head, looking alarmed.
"That means you have less than ten minutes to fuck me before I piss all over the sheets. If that happens, I assure you I will be sleeping elsewhere. Alone."
He rolled off the bed and yanked his clothes off quicker than a jackrabbit. I leaned my head back and waited.
I didn't have to wait long.
"Why didn't you say something sweetheart?"
I looked up to see my husband's face above me as he gently slid his cock inside me. I sighed in pleasure. He was a perfect fit, now that I'd gotten used to his size.
Well, mostly used to it. I still felt like a stuffed turkey half the time. But I loved the way he made me feel so small and delicate. I wouldn't trade it for the world.
I smiled at him cheekily.
"I was enjoying myself too much."
His sharp laugh quickly turned into a moan as I started to circle my hips against him. He held back as he fucked me, just like he had ever since I'd told him I was expecting.
That was not going to cut it today.
"Jake."
"Yes love."
"Pick up the pace."
"You're sure?"
"You aren't going to break me, or our little passenger."
He moaned as he thrust harder, doing as I asked. He drove his shaft home and started to ride me deep and fast. I came in less than a minute, screaming like a banshee.
He was right behind me.
When he came, Jake screamed like a banshee too.
Daniel
"Where are your brothers and their beautiful brides?"
I shrugged, changing the subject. I had a very good idea where they were. In fact, I was hoping to sneak off as soon as possible myself.
I was standing with my bride, one arm around her, and one holding a flute of champagne. I wasn't going to drink much though. Not when I still had to satisfy my wife.
I squeezed her, letting my hand wander down to her delectable ass. She shot me a look of pure venom. Another well-wisher came up to congratulate us and we smiled politely.
"Would you like to sit down my sweet?"
"I hope you burn in hell."
She gave me another evil stare, a bland smile plastered to her lips for the sake of our guests. I probably deserved that.
I knew her bottom was too sore to sit.
"Are you ready for your reward sweetheart?"
She didn't hesitate.
"Yes, damn you."
I chuckled knowingly.
"Such language. You are a married woman now."
She tilted her beautiful head back and smiled at me.
"If you don't fuck me soon Daniel, you will only be married for one day."
"I'm shocked. You would divorce me so quickly?"
Her smile widened.
"I didn't say I would divorce you."
She sipped her champagne, waving to some friends.
"I would kill you."
I threw back my head and laughed. She never ceased to amuse me, even when she was threatening murder.
She slid her hand to the side, stroking my cock through my pants.
I moaned, my dick rising from just that one soft touch.
Especially when she was plotting murder.
"Let's go."
She nodded regally and led me towards one of the sheds on the property. It was a little dusty but we'd fucked there before. Besides, I was pretty sure Jackson was in the stables. I was also sure they wouldn't be out for quite a while.
At this rate we would never make it all the way to the house.
Jackson had told me Angelina had given him a taste of his own medicine last night. It was part of the reason he couldn't sit still today. He'd taken no less than three cold showers just to make sure he didn't get married with a giant erection.
I shook my head, hoping Francesca never took it in mind to get revenge on me that way.
Though it did sound kind of fun.
Francesca
"Fuck me damn you."
"Tsk tsk, so demanding."
Daniel was taking his sweet time, teasing my * with his soft lips. I wasn't tied up this time, so I grabbed his head, pressing it between my legs. I wrapped my legs around his skull, holding him in place.
He tried to say something but the sound was muffled.
Finally, I released him.
He took a deep breath.
"Christ woman! You nearly suffocated me."
"I did warn you."
"I guess it wouldn't be such a bad way to go..."
"You guess?"
I smiled at him, turning and leaning over the stack of boxes in the storage shed. I reached back and lifted my skirt to my waist. I hadn't worn panties, as instructed.
He groaned, running his hand over my ass.
"So soft... so gorgeous... so red."