“I want you inside me now, Dodger.”
He didn’t even hesitate. He grasped my sides firmly, and I reached back taking a hold of him, lining him up to my entrance. When the head of him slipped in, he hissed.
“God, it’s tight.” His head dropped.
He tried to go slow at first, allowing me time to adjust to his size. It had been a while since I’d had a cock inside of me. Dodger’s resolve broke about half way inside. He slammed into me so hard it was deliciously painful. I had to fling my hands back up onto the wall to hold myself in place. He was seated deep inside me and I could feel his restraint.
“You doing okay? Too rough?”
Was he kidding? “I’m pregnant, not disabled. Fuck me, Dodger.,” I growled at him.
I didn’t have to ask twice. I looked over and watched in the mirror, seeing my wetness on his cock every time he pulled out. He’d go just to the tip, then push back in. He did it over and over, my body being used. The spot in me was building and I could feel him swelling inside me. When he let go of my hips and grasped my boobs, pinching my nipples, I toppled over the edge. My orgasm slammed into me so hard, I screamed. Dodger wrapped his arms around me, holding me up, and groaning. He came so hard that I felt his legs lock up. His body was slick with water and sweat and he panted with his forehead against my back. His cock jerked with mild mini orgasms as he came down. Come was trickling down the inside of my thighs as gravity did what it does best.
“Fuck, Macie. I needed that.”
I giggled, my pussy clenching around him. He groaned. “Well, don’t hold out so long next time.”
He lightly slapped my ass. “Let’s drain this water, refill and clean up, then head to bed.”
“Mmm, sounds perfect.”
He pulled out of me and helped me sit back down. Once the water was refilled, Dodger lovingly used a wash rag and wiped down every inch of me. I couldn’t feel luckier. Even if he wouldn’t let me swing a sledgehammer. Maybe when the baby was out of my body, I could find another wall to knock down. That was way more fun than I expected.
THE WEEKEND WAS nearly over, and I’d just woken up to an empty bed. I had no clue where Dodger was, but my eyes had been open point zero-seven seconds and my stomach was already growling. I smelled bacon coming from the kitchen. Hmmm, my man must’ve gotten up early and made me breakfast. I got up and put on my robe and slippers. Trudging out into the kitchen, there was a food box with a note beside it, and the Keurig was on with a cup and coffee ready to be brewed. The note read:
How he signed it made me giggle. He wasn’t full of himself at all. I leaned over the counter and breathed in deeply. I couldn’t smell the pancakes, but the scent of bacon had my mouth-watering. After brewing my coffee and adding the creamer, I grabbed a fork and syrup and sat down in my usual spot at the breakfast table. My first bite into the crunchy salty bacon had me closing my eyes and moaning. God, this hit the spot. While I downed my breakfast, I looked at the wall and the hole I’d created. The whole things made me smile. I was glad it would be gone and the house would feel more open. While it may have been a little absurd how I went about doing it, the end result was going to look fabulous.
The house was really coming along. After the baby shower, I put away and assembled everything in the baby’s room. It was the only space that hadn’t been completed until now. I couldn’t wait to add our little guy and make him a part of everything. Dodger said we could go to the store today to get the last odds and ends we needed. Small things like a pacifier, a few bottles, a can of formula in case breast feeding didn’t go well right off the bat, and I wanted a simple but decent first aid kit to keep in the house. Never know when you’d need it.
I heard the front door open and shut. A very sweaty Dodger came in panting, and headed straight to the sink. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and chugged the whole thing. He exhaled loudly.
“Whew, that was a brutal run.”
I smiled at him. “How come?”
“It’s still chilly in the morning, so there’s a bite in the air.”
“Gotcha.”
He winked at me, and came over to kiss the top of my head. “Sorry, I’d hug you, but I’m gross and need a quick shower. How was your breakfast?”
“It was so good. Thank you.”
He moved around the kitchen, filling another glass of water, and making himself a cup of coffee.
“You save me any bacon?”
“Save bacon? Is that even a thing? The bacon is currently digesting and I’m sharing it with your son.”
He knew I’d eaten it all. “Well, better him have it, than it goes to my ass.”
“Hey,” I scolded as I got up from the table to put my dishes in the sink. I patted his butt on my way by. “Don’t talk bad about that ass. I happened to love it.”
He chuckled. “I’ll be right back. I need to get cleaned up.”
When he walked out, I wiped down the table and finished making his coffee. I loved our morning routine when we were both home. We moved around each other like a perfectly synchronized dance. As I was about to walk out of the kitchen and to our bedroom to brush my hair and teeth and get dressed, Dodger’s cell phone rang. He’d left it on the counter.
I was never the type of girlfriend that ever snooped or spied on my guy’s phone or things. I just assumed they always were honest with me, and if they weren’t, the truth always came out. Dodger had given me no reason to not trust him. Something in my gut nagged me to turn around and look at the screen. The ringing had stopped and I was still paused near the hallway. I was having an internal battle whether to be nosey or not. Not a but a few seconds after the call had ended, his phone started ringing again. It gave cause for alarm because it could have been his mother or father with an emergency. Walking over and picking it up, I gaped at the screen. It was not at all who I expected and my stomach dropped.
It was Dana.
I was standing in complete shock, and for the first time in my life, totally unsure what to do. The phone was in my hand and the call ended. Was I supposed to put the phone back down and act like I’d not seen anything? Or did I march into the bedroom and act like a pissed off, jealous girlfriend demanding answers? I didn’t even have time to consider my options when it started ringing again for the third time. Snapping out of my reverie, I did exactly what Macie Rosewood would do.
“Why in the fuck are you calling my boyfriend’s phone?” I growled.
Sniffling was on the other end. “Where’s Dodger?”
“I’m not falling for your shit. I’m going to ask you again, why are you calling his phone when you were told not to?”
“He told me he’d help me. I just need to talk to him.”
“I don’t think so. Find somebody else to tell your sob story to.”