“I’m not mad,” she lies, taking another angry bite of the bar in her hand.
“You’ve been off with me ever since I made that speech; you wouldn’t even speak to me in the car. Tell me what I’ve done.”
“Is it not okay for a pregnant woman, whose body is overtaken with hormones, to just feel a little angry? I’m fine, Jack, just leave me alone.” She turns her head from me.
“And you're sure that's what this is?” I check, still not convinced.
“Yes,” she assures me impatiently.
“Okay, I’ll leave you alone.” I do as she wishes and start walking to the door.
“Wait!” she calls out after me, and I have to hide my smile before I turn around.
“This arrangement we have, I mean, the sex.” She places her Snickers down on the bedside table.
“Yes?” I frown suspiciously.
“Is it exclusive?” she asks, blinking nervously.
“Do you honestly think I’m going to allow you to have sex with another guy while you're carrying my child?” I have no idea where this has come from, but if I find out she’s considering, the guy’s a dead man fucking walking.
“Not me…you.” Her voice trails off at the end of her sentence, and she starts fiddling with her hands.
“Me?” I laugh. “Are you crazy?”
“No, Jack, I’m pregnant, and I’m already showing.” She looks down at her neat little bump. “I’m going to get a lot bigger. Probably the size of a small village,” she starts rambling, so I take my position back beside her and take her hand.
“Mrs. Ravenshaw, what we have, despite being a little fucked-up, is very exclusive,” I assure her. “And have I not proven that I can’t get enough of the way you're changing? I can’t keep my hands off you.” Taking her wrist, I place her hand over my trousers. “This is what you do to me every time I’m in the same room as you, and it’s only going to get worse the bigger youget.” I frame my hands around the bump sticking out under her dress
“This is my baby; I put him in there, and watching him grow inside you over these next couple of months is going to bring me a whole new level of satisfaction,” I promise her
“Even when I get outrageously fat?” she questions, her pout starting to lift.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” I climb over her body so I can kiss her.
“But if there were...” She pushes me back, “...a time where you’d want someone else – youwouldtell me, right?”
“Gracie, I’m not going to want anyone else; you're pregnant with my kid. I’m fuckingobsessedwith you.” I don’t know how she can doubt it.
“Okay,” she whispers, seeming satisfied with my answer, but it’s not enough. I want to show her just how obsessed I am.
“Let's get you out of this dress.” I stand up and help her to her feet, turning her around so I can unzip the back of the tight, long dress she’s wearing. When it lands on the floor around her feet, I kiss her shoulders as my hands slip around her waist to stroke that pretty tummy I’ve given her.
“You're perfect, and I can’t wait to watch you growourchild,” I whisper in her ear. She must be distracted because this time she doesn’t correct me.
I unclasp her bra and let that fall to the floor, too, taking both her tits in my hands and being mindful of how sensitive they are when I squeeze them.
“Your body is doing the most amazing, powerful thing a human can do; it's going to change, and I want you to embrace it as much as I will.” My cock presses into her spine when I imagine her pretty tits dripping with milk.
“Don’t ever doubt that I want you, Gracie. I’m going to want you until the day I fucking die. If I had my way, there would beplenty more Ravenshaw babies stretching this belly and making you mad.” I kiss her neck and feel her shiver. “Remember that the next time you get the stupid idea that I’d want anyone else, when I can have you.” I turn her to face me, kissing her before she can argue.
“Jack.” She starts tugging at my belt, desperate to free my cock, but I shake my head, lying her down on the bed so I can spread her legs and kiss her belly.
She sighs so sweetly as I place delicate kisses where our child grows, and she clutches at my hair with the same desperation as she does when I’m kissing her pussy.
“You’re giving me the greatest gift in the world,” I remind her, taking my cock out of my trousers as I climb up her body and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. “I can’t wait till these start leaking for me.” I flick her with my tongue and fill her with my cock at the same time.
“Fuck.” Her hips rise off the mattress, and she fists the bedsheet.
