Unlike yesterday, when I stepped past the threshold and stared at the bed, I didn’t like this room. It was clean and there was nothing really wrong with it, same as before, but I wanted my pregnant boy to be in the best bed with his body cradled by the softest blankets. He needed something better. He stopped beside the bed, and I ignored my inner insanity as I took his hands in mine. He smirked at me, shook off my grip, then teased his clingy sweatpants down until they fell to the floor.
Jaxson’s cock sprang out—deliciously pink, same as yesterday—but there was something about seeing his hard-on sticking up under the mound of his bump. The masculine cock and soft, life-giving belly juxtaposed had me painfully hard in my underwear. My suit pants felt like they were cutting off vital circulation. I helped him lie down, and he squirmed around as I stood there drinking in the sight of him, his bouncing cock proud and flushed. His shirt had ridden up over his stomach, and the effect was an erotic delight.
“Daddy, you don’t have to be careful with me,” he said as I lowered myself to the bed and used my hands to part his thighs. I stroked the soft skin high between his legs and brushed my fingers over his balls. I played with him, softly rolling the skin of his sack until a furrow formed between his brows.
“But you deserve to be pampered. You’re pregnant.” Another uncontrollable thrill settled into me as I bent down to kiss the top of his belly, and then I lowered my head to suck cock for the first time in a long while. When you paid for sex, somehow you didn’t do much of the work, and I’d missed it.
The tang of his precum burst on my tongue and reminded me of a fall day, rich and earthy. I licked around the firm crown of his cock and he cautiously rested his hands on my head.
I worked on him, sucked and licked until he was gasping and panting and bucking his hips. The silky skin of his shaft was so nice to have against my tongue that I lapped at it, ignoring his cockhead, making him arch his body for more. His belly rocked above me and I found myself staring at it, hypnotized, as I danced my tongue over his slit until he was shaking his head back and forth and whining. I let him pop out of my mouth so I could get a good look at him, shiny and wet with my spit, harder than steel, all with that sweet belly resting above his straining shaft.
“Daddy,” he whined. “Don’t stop. I need more.”
“Oh yes. Pretty, fertile boys with pretty hips get whatever they want at the end of a long day, especially when they’re growing a baby for me.”
He met my eyes and winced, thrusting his hips higher. I laughed and sucked him down to the base, all in one smooth motion. Then I teased off and gave him a few shallow sucks before I deep-throated him again.Jaxson’s such a cute little belly boy. Fuck, he’s my belly boy.
Groaning around his cock had him shouting, and then he panted silently as he planted his feet on the bed and thrust into the back of my throat as he thrashed underneath me. I felt his cock twitching and swallowed, letting him feed me his “juice.” I kind of liked that. He could shoot juice and I could fill him with seed, because after all, he wasn’t putting a baby in me.
No, he was carrying my baby, and juice was nourishment.
He tensed and his low keening noise filled the room. He hadn’t been this vocal last night. If I could get such inspiring sounds from him, I’d blow him every day. I swallowed around him again, and he was so hard it was a tighter fit than was comfortable. I tried not to gag as he ground his groin against my lips, his dark curls tickling the tip of my nose.
After another desperate hump against my face, he fell back on the bed, panting. I let his dick slip out of my mouth and it fell, thick and heavy, against his thigh. He really was aglow now with his blushing cheeks and the sweat on his forehead.
I wanted him more than ever. I hurt with how much I needed to fill his ass with my cock.
“Hips up,” I said, shocked at how raspy I sounded as I went onto my knees and reached for one of the pillows at the head of the bed.
“Huh? You don’t want me on my hands and knees again?” He gave me a dopey smile that had fondness smacking me from out of the blue. We hadn’t known each other long enough for me to feel this way yet, but I stroked his thighs and breathed in the musk of his body and let myself enjoy the moment.
“Can’t have you falling on your stomach. Gotta protect this little one.”
He covered his eyes with one hand and laughed, but arched his back to allow me to slide a pillow under his beautiful wide hips. It felt strange and, well, nice to have an excuse to be gentle with him as I leaned down to kiss his thigh, high up where it met his groin. I was more turned on than I’d ever been, but I didn’t have the need to rush that should have had me flinging his calves over my shoulders.
“Lube.”
Jaxson frowned like he was having trouble remembering what that word meant, and then his eyebrows hitched higher as he reached under the pillow beneath his head and grinned. “I was taking care of those urges this morning. I’m extra horny right now. How did you know?” He smiled, and my blood boiled as he stroked a hand over his fake stomach. “Help me, Daddy?” He bit his lip and looked more vulnerable than I’d yet seen him. “If you put enough seed in me, maybe I’ll have twins.”
Those words hit me right in the balls. I fumbled open the tube and smeared lube on his dick, so I would have something to make stroking him better once I started to fuck him. He was so hot, I was surprised steam didn’t rise from him.
“Do you want that? Do you want to be that full of my seed?” I almost choked on my words. They were so filthy and good, and I’d never gotten this far into the role with anyone. “Bring your legs up.” I wanted to call him my belly boy, I wanted to say it. I wanted to say a thousand dirty things that would probably be too freaky for him, but instead, I held my breath for a few seconds and let the urge pass. I did not want to scare him off—not now.
He frowned and tried to draw his knees straight to his chest, but then his mouth twisted to the left in a cute little pout and he spread his legs around his bulging belly.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Adrenaline surged through me and my hand shook as I gave him a lightning-fast prep. I pumped lube into him with two fingers and he flinched, probably because I was moving too fast. Normally I wouldn’t give a flying fuck, or any other sort of fuck, except for the one with my cock, but today I cared, especially with his legs spread wide to accommodate his beautiful belly. I slowed down, put more lube on my fingers and teased his hole.
“Daddy, please, I’m getting hard again,” he whispered. We both looked down at his plumping dick. He wriggled against my fingers where I teased him. “I need your seed.”
He was doing this so flawlessly, and I knew why he was committing to the experience so hard, but at the moment I just couldn’t bring myself to care. He wanted a better job, which I’d already given him, and I wanted him just like this.
“You’re gonna get it. I’m going to fill you so full you’re spurtingmycum when you shoot your wad.”
I stroked his hole and teased my fingers into him until his cock was sticking straight up and begging for attention. He whimpered when I went in for the coup de grâce and used firm strokes over his prostate. Bliss had him closing his eyes and parting his lips, and I rubbed harder.
“Have to take care of you,” I whispered.
