“I am broken, Brix. Broken, not whole. Did you forget what it took to get this pregnancy? I’m probably not gonna be able to have another one. You deserve a house filled with babies.”
“I deserve the woman who makes my heart do weird shit in my chest. You know what I deserve? Somebody who makes sure that I hold the same importance in their life that they hold in mine. I deserve to not be fucked around on. To be enough. For once in my life, I want to be enough. If you tell me I’m enough for you… then I’m all yours, Ry. Fuck them imaginary babies. I don’t need them. All I need is you and my princess. If it’s meant for us to have more children down the line, God will make it happen. If it’s not and you keep being you, keep making my heart act up, I’m cool. I’m cool. All I want is your love. Your heart. Your faithfulness. Fuck them imaginary kids.”
I didn’t know I was crying until he reached over and brushed some tears from my cheek. “I’m pretty sure I could love you forever, Brix. You’re so easy to love.”
“Damn. You know you’re the first person to ever say that?” he admitted.
He pulled me close and I rested on him. My heart finally felt easy. The gnawing in my stomach finally ceased and I finally inhaled. Everything was falling into place, and I was getting everything I prayed for. I was happy and scared. “Fuck your parents for being negligent and self-absorbed. And fuck Adrianna for fumbling your heart. It’s mine now and I’m not letting it go.”
“I’mma trust you to hold it, but you gotta give me yours, too. I’m tired as hell of going to sleep and waking up with you just on my mind and not in my arms.”
Two weeks later, right before the start of the regular season, Brixton decided that he wanted to take me on a babymoon/birthday trip. My birthday was on Sunday. The plan was that we would return on that day, but I didn’t mind. I was too ecstatic about the babymoon aspect because I wasn’t sure this wouldn’t be my only pregnancy, so I wanted to experience everything.
“Where are we going?” I asked for the one hundredth time.
“You’ll see.” It was the same response he’d given every time I asked.
The only information he would give me was to pack fall clothes, which made me think we weren’t going too far away from Chicago. It was mid-October. Early October in Chicago could go either way, and often, it did. Usually, the days would be hot with temps getting into the high seventies and low eighties. Evenings would be more comfortable, so I packed accordingly. We dropped Mocha off at Grandpa Tony’s house and headed for the airstrip where Brixton had rented a private jet.
He decided to forego security, presuming that we wouldn’t have any trouble wherever we were going, so it was just the two of us, which I loved. We handed off our bags to the flight attendant so she could store them in the back of the jet. We settled in our seats and buckled in.
Once we were airborne, Brixton reached down and lifted the hem of the sundress I was wearing. I wasn’t surprised because we hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other. He raised it slowly until it was at my waist. Then his hand found my panties. Moving the thin strip to the side, his fingers found my folds that were already slick with the evidence of my arousal.
“The last time I was on a private jet, I got really good news,” I said as normally as I could with Brixton’s fingers playing a melody at my opening.
“And this time, you’re about to get some really good dick. Unbuckle your seat belt and sit on it, Ry.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice, because the pregnancy had me horny as hell. I unbuckled, shimmied out of my panties, and straddled him—my dress billowing around us, covering both of our thighs.
With his hands at my waist, he guided me slowly down on his dick. “Mm.” I hummed contentedly looking into his face, which was a picture of satisfaction. “You feel just right.”
He grinded up slowly while I grinded down slowly and the friction we created was paradise. Over and over, he plunged into me while I lowered myself down on him.
“Damn, take this dick, Ry,” he instructed while placing his hands on my ass cheeks and spreading them. “I need to go deeper. Yeah, right there.”
I sank deeper onto him. His dick buried so deep I could feel it in my chest. “You always wanna be deeper.”
“I always wanna be as deep as possible in you. I wanna be at home.” He palmed my ass cheeks and spread them again. I sank a little deeper into his lap.
“Oh my God, I love this.” My hips rolled involuntarily.
“You feel so fucking good.” He attached his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. I kissed him back until he broke the kiss to utter the words, “This pregnant pussy is gonna make me lose my fucking mind.”
“I’m about to cum,” I warned him.
His words and the vicious curve of his dick never let me last long.
“Me too.”
My orgasm was hard and fierce. His, hard and long, filling me with his seed, coating my walls.
He silently rode the waves of ecstasy.
I noisily chanted, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” His dick jumped inside the warm confines of my sex. “I love having sex with you, Brix.” I pushed myself down on his deflating dick one last time.
“Mutual. I could live with you sitting on my dick.”
I laughed out loud.
