My nipples stiffened against my shirt, and I leaned over even more as Michael slid his hand over my ass. He pulled my skirt up, pushed my panties down to my knees, and smacked my ass.
When his fingers slipped into my pussy, I bobbed my head quicker on his cock, my throat making sloppy, wet sounds for him. He wrapped his free hand around the front of my throat and tightened, starting to pump in and out of my mouth.
Spit dripped down my chin, and my breasts bounced against his thigh. All I could think about was him inside of me already, fucking me senseless. God, I wanted it more than anything.
After pulling him out of me, I pushed my underwear off and climbed into the driver’s seat, straddling his waist. Michael grabbed my waist, teeth immediately latching onto one of my nipples in my shirt. He bit down softly, and I lowered myself onto him and moaned out loud.
His cock felt so big inside of me, and I couldn’t help but dig my fingers into his shoulders. Michael pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me naked to him, and grasped my tits in his hands, his mouth all over them.
My pussy wrapped around his cock, and I bounced up and down, trying to relieve some tension between my legs. “Oh God, Michael,” I moaned. Pressure rose higher and higher in my core, about to send me over the edge soon.
Michael drove up into me and stared up into my eyes as he bit down on my nipple, sending a surge of pleasure through me. “Fuck, Mia,” he mumbled against my tits, sucking on one.
I clenched tighter and ground myself on him, feeling so fucking good. “Come inside of me,” I begged. “Please, Michael. God, I need it.”
Michael wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him, burying his face between my tits, and stared up at me, groaning. My pussy pulsed over and over and over on his cock, releasing my cum all over him until all I could feel was pure ecstasy.
I leaned back against the steering wheel and cupped his face. “I love you more than I love anyone in this world, Michael. Nobody is going to take me away from you and our growing family.”
CHAPTER5
MIA
After lab the next day, Michael picked me up again and drove us to the doctor’s office for a checkup. Today marked my sixteenth week as pregnant Mia, which meant that we might be able to find out the sex of our baby. Nothing was certain, but we were hoping we could.
My stomach was in knots the entire time, my knee bouncing wildly. Michael placed a hand on my thigh to calm me as he drove.
“What do you want to have?” he asked me, stopping at a red light.
I gnawed on the inside of my cheek and pursed my lip. To be honest, I hadn’t thought much about the sex of the baby until the other day, when Melissa talked about hers. Whether it was a boy or a girl, I didn’t really mind. But I could tell Michael was hoping for a boy, so I smiled at him.
“A boy,” I said, watching him smile. “Have you decided on any names yet?”
We had gone through a whole bunch of them these past few weeks, though none of them felt right just yet. Maybe once we knew what we were having, it’d be easier to choose the name of the baby.
“Let’s see what we’re having first,” Michael said, but he had that sly smile on his face that told me he had a few names in mind. Tapping his fingers on my inner thigh, he sent a wave of heat up it.
I pushed him away, knowing that we didn’t have time to fool around in the car like we had yesterday. Because if wehadhad time, I’d have been ripping his clothes off already. Being horny was hard. But being pregnant and horny was even more difficult.
He pulled into the parking lot and found the closest spot to the entrance. “You know, I do have a couple boy names I like,” he said.
I arched a brow at him and looped my arm around his as we walked to the door.
“Greyson or Easton, Harrison—”
I wrinkled my nose. “Harrison? Don’t give our baby a fuckboy name.”
He chuckled. “Fuckboy name?”
“I dated a Harrison in high school. Not a fan,” I said, smiling up at him. “I like Easton.”
Michael pulled the door open for me, and we walked up to the front desk.
“Hi, I have an appointment. Mia Stevenson,” I said.
The woman gave me a clipboard with some information to fill out and told me a nurse would be with us shortly.
“Maybe Harrison could be his middle name?” Michael suggested once I finished filling out the papers on the clipboard.
