15
Jax
Vane drilled into my already oversensitive body and I cried out, reaching up for the headboard so I didn’t hit it. The belly was heavy, so much heavier than the one we had at my apartment, and the weight pinned me down so I couldn’t do much but take the pounding. Andfuck, I loved that. The entire thing was erotic, and my cock jerked in an attempt to rise. As he liked to remind me, youth was on my side, though, and it wouldn’t take much rest before I was at full mast.
Pleasure zipped through me, my skin tingling and burning hot. I’d never been so turned on in my life. Vane had me pleasantly buzzed and needy, like I really was a horny pregnant man. I gripped his shoulders tight and screwed my eyes closed as he shoved his thick cock in my already abused hole, and I moaned. “Fuck. Daddy….”
“Do you want this?” Vane whispered into my ear, tracing the shell with his tongue.
I shivered harder. “Yes. Fuck. Yes, please.”
He gripped my hips, his thumbs pressing into the grooves there, and he increased his pace. With every stroke, he hit deep inside of me until his cock touched my prostate on every slide in and my erection was fully hard again. I moaned, dropping my head back on the pillow. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I curled my toes and held on for dear life as he continued a brutal speed that had me on edge. Every time I got close, though, he backed off, like he knew I was about to come again and wanted to torture me.
I glared at him when he pulled himself nearly all the way out, only the head of his cock pressed into my ass. “What the hell?”
The bastard grinned and reached down to wrap his fingers around my balls, squeezing with the kind of pressure that made me dizzy with stars dancing in front of my closed eyelids.Holy fuck. “I changed my mind. I’m not going to make you come again and again until you hurt,” he said in a slow drawl that had warning bells sounding in my head. “No. I’m going to make it so you can’t come anymore—until I do.”
I let out an embarrassing whine, my face hot. “Please, Daddy, I need your seed inside me. Don’t you want to take care of your pregnant baker boy?” I made a show of rubbing the rounded belly and moaning. “I’m so horny. You made me this way, Daddy. You got me fat with your baby.”
He groaned, running his hands over my hips and up the belly. “You’re going to kill me,” he murmured, and I grinned in triumph.
“Please, Daddy. Let me come again. I want to so badly.” I attempted to reach up for a kiss but failed. The belly was too big, and I huffed in annoyance as I flopped back onto the bed.
He laughed, and while the sound sent a thrill through me, I was too flustered with need to do anything but whine again. I didn’t care how shameful it was or how desperate I sounded, I wanted him to get me off. I couldn’t even touch myself, and I hated that more than anything. My respect for pregnant women quadrupled.
“You’re beautiful like this, did you know that?” He splayed his palms and fingers over the belly, rubbing soothing circles on the silicone, and I wished I could feel it, that it was actually my skin he was touching. “So full and pregnant with Daddy’s baby. No one else could get you this pregnant, could they, my little baker? Such a good boy, baking a bun in the oven for Daddy.”
I groaned and pressed my heels into the base of his spine, but it did nothing to persuade him to stick his dick back in me. Licking my lips, I stared pleadingly up at him, fluttering my eyelashes the way Elsie sometimes did to get her own way with her fiancé. I’d never understood the need to do it, at least until now. “Please, Daddy? I need to get off so badly.”
My cock throbbed, and he moved a hand back to take a firm hold on my balls, as though his fingers were acting like a cock ring, and as much as I enjoyed the spike of desire from the pressure, I needed to explode.
“Do you?” He smirked and then slid into me again, far too slow for my liking.
I threw my head back, stars igniting like fireworks behind my closed eyelids. “Oh God, I’m so close.”
“Ah, to be young again,” Vane murmured.
Opening my eyes, I parted my mouth in what I hoped appeared as pleading. I didn’t care that I probably looked like a wreck, hair sticking to my sweaty forehead, Iwantedso badly that it physically hurt.
Vane pulled himself out again. I let out a long, drawn-out groan of disappointment. He moved and then he was beside me, kissing my mouth. I leaned up into him, letting him devour me in any way he wanted. At this point, I’d do anything for him because I was lost in the need to release.
He pressed his knees into the bed beside my face and presented me his cock, the ring still encircling the base and around his balls. I turned my head and opened my mouth, like a good baker, and he shoved himself between my lips, not giving me the time to work my way up to a cock at the back of my throat. He fucked into me, and all I could do was hold on and try not to choke on the thick piece of meat he was shoving into my mouth. Running his fingers over my scalp, he seized a chunk of my hair and tugged, and I groaned at the pleasant shock of pain that came from the pull.
“Fuck yes, my belly bitch. You’d take my seed however you can get it, wouldn’t you? In your ass, in your mouth. You’re fucking filthy.” He groaned, and one particular shove did make me gag, but he was quick to back off.
I licked and sucked at his cock, closing my eyes and enjoying the way he used me… and how fucking dirty this made me feel. I’d always liked a man who knew what he wanted, and Vane took like he deserved it, and I loved that.
He ran his palm over my face and then down my neck and chest. When he reached the belly, he rubbed small circles on it, and I watched out of the corner of my eye, curious at how delicate he was with it, as though there was a real baby growing inside of me. My cock jerked at the sight and I groaned around his thick meat.
Popping my mouth off him, I licked my lips and stared up at him pleadingly. “Please let me come, Daddy. I really,reallywant to.”
He hummed and grinned, and I knew I was in trouble. Pushing himself off the bed, he grabbed my arm and helped me stand as well. When I was on my feet, I wobbled, but he kept me steady. He turned me, and I let him work me as though I was his puppet, and by the time he was done, I was pressed against the side of the bed with my chest and belly flush to the mattress and my ass in the air like I was an animal in heat, waiting to be mounted.
He ran his fingers over my spine with a light touch and I shivered. “Okay, my little baker, you can come.”
Reaching around my hips, he curled his hand into a sleeve for my cock and stroked me, just as I felt his cockhead at my hole again. He shoved inside, and I gasped, desire zipping through me and straight to my already heavy balls. His pace was brutal, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long between the way he fucked me and the strokes to my erection. I was already so close that it hurt.
Everything inside me was strung tight, and all it took was a little more…. The control I had slipped and the need to hold onto my orgasm a little longer snapped. My wave of release shot through me and my cock jerked in Vane’s hand, cum firing across the blankets underneath me, and probably on the protruding belly too. I groaned and cursed and quaked through my orgasm until all the energy seeped out of me. The only reason my legs didn’t buckle and send me to the floor was Vane holding me up.
