He made a come-hither motion, hitting my G-spot, and my core pulsed.
“Sorry, um … this one.” I pointed to some white and orange roses that would match our fall theme.
Michael continued to pleasure me, his fingers stroking my sensitive spot. A wave of ecstasy shot through me, and I tightened. I wanted him inside of me so bad. Ramming his huge cock into my pussy. Clasping around him, like I had done so many times last night. Letting him come inside of me and feeling his thick cum drip out of me.
When Hailey turned to him, he responded as if he were in total control of himself and wasn’t aching for me to touch him too. He moved his fingers faster, yet he continued his conversation. Heat rushed between my thighs again. I dug my fingers into my thighs and stared down at my legs, holding my breath and praying to God that I wasn’t going to—
His palm hit my clit again and tipped me right over the edge. I bit my lip so hard that it started bleeding, and I tensed up, my legs shaking under the table. Ecstasy rolled through me, my entire body tingling.
“Mia, are you okay?” Hailey asked, brows furrowed together.
Michael pulled his fingers out of me and threw a worried expression in my direction, but I could see that smirk on his lips.
I smoothed out my dress and reluctantly made eye contact with her. “I’m fine. Continue.”
CHAPTER11
MIA
Istepped into the bridal boutique for my final fitting before the wedding, feeling huge as fuck. My stomach felt like it was swollen, and my tits were so much bigger than they had been during the last fitting. I was growing at a freaking astronomical pace, and I wanted to hit pause for a week, so I could walk down the aisle in peace.
As soon as we walked in, Donata, the consultant, took one look at my stomach with wide eyes that didn’t make me feel any better about this wholepregnancy during weddingthing.
“Goodness, Mia,” she said in a thick Italian accent. She was older than the consultant I’d had the day I picked out the dress, her thinning brown hair pulled into a tight bun. She took my hand and led me toward the back as Melissa and Serena followed. “You’re growing so quickly. Is it twins?”
“Triplets,” I said, stepping onto the pedestal.
Serena and Melissa followed us in, Melissa cradling her smaller bump, and sat on one of the couches. Was I jealous that Melissa could pull off a baby bump and still look hot? Yes. Was I jealous that her stomach wasn’t nearly as big as mine was even though she was farther along? Extremely yes.
The consultant grabbed my dress from the rack and held it in front of me. “You’re going to have your hands full,” she said to me, then nodded to the other room. “Let’s get you fitted again. See what kinds of alterations we could make to the dress to help it fit you, so you feel sexy.”
I blew a strangled breath out my nose. Sexy? She’d have to work wonders for me to feel sexy in this thing. I didn’t even think I’d be able to get it past my hips. It was supposed to be so tight.
We walked into the fitting room, and I tugged off all my clothes, staring at my naked body in the mirror. My stomach was beyond swollen, my skin stretching farther than it ever had before. If I hadn’t been about to get married and hadn’t had all this damn stress from wanting to impress everyone, I would’ve been happy with how I looked. It was a crazy yet beautiful thing to be able to grow babies inside of me.
Donata held the dress open and let me step into it. I pursed my lips as she slid the dress up my legs and torso. My tits were nearly spilling out of the dress, as she tried to pull it tight in the back to zipper it but failed.
“It doesn’t fit, does it?” I whispered. “It doesn’t zip.”
My mind was racing with a thousand thoughts about how the wedding was only a week away, how we couldn’t push it back now, how fucking terrible I looked in this thing.
She pushed some hair out of my face, grasping on to my arms. “Mia, you look beautiful. Stop it. Just because it doesn’t fit like it did doesn’t mean it looks bad on you.” She gave me her best smile. “You’re growing babies inside of you. It’s a wonderful thing. I bet Michael is going to love this dress on you either way. I can make alterations to this dress, so it fits you perfectly for the big day.”
I gnawed on the inside of my lip and frowned. “Can we go show my friends?”
“Of course, dear,” she said, picking up the train of my dress.
We walked out into the room, and Melissa smiled, tears filling her eyes.
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered, holding a hand to her mouth. “I never got to see this on you. It’s so beautiful.”
My lips tugged up in an unsure smile, and I looked at myself in the mirror. “Do you really like it?” I asked, smoothing out the fabric over my hips. It might not fit the way I wanted it to, but … but it didn’t look as bad as I’d thought it’d look.
Serena grinned. “Your tits look so big,” she said, wiggling her brows. “Michael won’t be able to—”
Melissa gave her a side-eye. “I don’t wanna hear about what Mia and my dad are going to do together,” she said.
Serena cut me another grin, and I could feel my cheeks heat up. Michael had already told me exactly what he was going to do with me once the wedding was over, and horny, pregnant Mia hadn’t been able to keep it off her mind lately.
