Art raises his hands in surrender. “You’ve threatened me with a knife far too many times lately for me to argue with you.”
I pout as I climb between his legs, still wearing the gauzy silk nightgown. “Only three times.”
“It’s my goal to make that the last one.”
I take his shaft in my hands, swirling my tongue over his tip. He tastes clean and masculine.
“I thought you liked it when I threatened you.”
He smirks down at me, running a hand through my hair. “Maybe I will miss it, on second thought.”
I watch his jawline tense and then his head tilt back as I pleasure him. His lips part as his breathing speeds up.
I bob my head on his cock a few more times, until he lets out ahiss. I look up at him and find those hypnotic eyes blazing — the ocean in the sunlight and the first leaves falling in autumn.
Art is ready for me to ride him.
I leave his cock slicked with my saliva and position myself over him.
He yanks the hem of my nightgown over my head, leaving me bare.
“If you’re going to ride me, I want to watch those tits, Nenoka.”
I shimmy in front of him and he lets out a soft groan. “Enjoy the show.”
His tip nudges at my entrance, and then he slides all the way in, pushing me down with his hands pressed on my hips.
I need a second to adjust to his size. When I’m on top, it feels like Art’s cock is pushing all the way through my torso.
I start to grind my hips around him for friction, and he bounces me with his hips.
“You know… You can actually cum anywhere you want.”
Art frowns for a second. I almost laugh at how disturbed he is at the suggestion. This man has a breeding kink the size of the Empire State Building.
“Do you think I’m not serious about getting you pregnant again, Nenoka?”
I give him a teasing smile and he growls, capturing my mouth for a deep kiss.
“Because I’m. Fully. Serious.” He drives his hips against me in a roll, and I twine my hands in his as I bounce on his cock.
“I’m not sure that I got the message.”
“Don’t mess with me when I’m this close to breeding the fuck out of that tight pussy, Nina.” That no-nonsense tone has me giggling and gushing at the same time.
“Still, you can cum wherever. Because…” I lean forward over his chest and drop my mouth to his ear, to whisper the secret that I’ve been keeping all day. “I’m pregnant.”
His hands fly to my lower belly, as if he’s going to be able to feel anything when I’m this early.
“You’re pregnant.” He glances up at me with his asymmetrical eyes, wide and searching, as though I’m going to change my mind about this.
I nod. I swear I feel him jerk inside me.
“Say it again.” His voice is a low growl.
“I’m pregnant, Art.” His lips part, and I watch his eyes cloud with lust.
“Again.” His voice is a dark, needy command as he thrusts into my soaked pussy.
