I nod my head because fucking pregnancy has made me weak and needy, with him being the only reward I want.
“I’m going to spill inside this, pretty girl, but you're not allowed to swallow.” His order throws me off rhythm and makes me muffle a confused moan. “You ready, Gracie girl?” His hold on my hair tightens as his body stiffens and he starts pumping his salty, masculine taste into my mouth, and I try my best not to swallow him.
“Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.” He taps the side of my face as he pulls his cock from between my lips, ensuring I don’t spill.“Don’t swallow. Hold it for me.”
I stare up at him, wondering what he wants me to do.
“Let’s see how wet this pussy’s got.” He drags my underwear off my hips to the floor, then, cupping my knees, he spreads them wider.
“Fuck, you're glistening for me. Glistening like a good, pregnant duchess.” His thumb makes a trail through my pussy lips, and I have to remind myself not to open my mouth, in case his cum leaks from inside it. Slowly, like he enjoys watching me suffer, he raises his thumb to his lips and licks it clean. “I’m never going to forget the way you taste, or how pretty you look like this.” He rolls his hand over my belly. “You're growing so beautifully, I get prouder every time I look at you.” He smiles as he continues making circles over my stretched-out skin. “I love watching you stretch for me; seeing how your body changes.” It’s getting harder to hold off the urge to swallow.
“Let that cum drip on your belly,” he orders, shocking me so much I almost spit it out across the room. “Come on, pretty girl, I want to watch it dribble all over this pretty, stretched skin,” he explains, and without questioning him further, I bend my head forward and let it all release, allowing his seed to fall from my mouth exactly where he wants it.
“Rub it in,” he orders, his eyes narrowing and his cock remaining solid. “You always look so sexy when you stroke that belly I’ve given you. It’s because you like it too, don’t you?”
My head nods back at him. I don’t like admitting it, but everything he says is true.
“So, take good care of it; rub my cum into your tummy, princess.” He watches intently while I do as he asks, massaging his hot, sticky cum into my belly and feeling my nipples tingle.
“I wish you could see how hot you look.” He presses his cock against me, thrusting it over my sticky skin, and using his hand as an arch to keep it pressed against me. I throw my head back when the thumb from his other hand starts circling my nipple. “Soon these will be leaking onto your belly too.” He smiles. “I’m going to want to play with you all fucking day.”
“Please,” I beg; my inner walls are pounding for his attention. I don't think I’ve ever felt this desperate in my life.
“Be patient, you know I like to take my time; this body deserves to be worshipped.” He reaches down and takes my nipple in his mouth, his cock lowering and pressing between my legs.
“Fuck, I wish I could keep you,” he growls. “I’d fill you with more heirs; keep you constantly swollen and desperate for me,” he whispers against my areola, and I moan at the ceiling as he edges his long, thick shaft inside me.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, raising his lips to mine and refusing to give me anymore until I answer. “You’d love to be my little breeding pet.”
“Yes,” I admit, succumbing to him and wishing his words weren’t true. I’ve tried to stop thoughts of us raising our child together, and him making me pregnant with more, but it’s getting progressively harder.
“Then why are you leaving?” he asks, pulling away when I try to kiss him.
“Jack.” I stare up at him, frustrated and confused. “Please don’t…you know why. I can’t change anything.”
“Yes, you can. You can change everything. Just say you’ll be mine, not just for now, for always.”
“That's not what we agreed, and it’s not what I want.” I try to sound convincing.
“I don’t believe you,” he whispers. “I know when you feel him, because you look down at your belly and smile so fuckingbrightly. I see the way you stroke your tummy; how you look at your reflection. You're falling in love with our baby,” he tells me, placing his hand over mine where it’s resting on my stomach.
“Yourbaby,” I remind him, refusing to let myself get distracted. “He or she belongs to you; until they get here, so do I. And yes, that gets me off, Jack. I like the way you look at me and the way you touch me. I like making you proud. But it doesn’t change what I want for my future. Please, let's enjoy this while we can. Let's not ruin things,” I plead with him, seeing the flash of pain in his eyes despite him trying to mask it.
“Whatever you need, Gracie.” He drops his head to my neck and thrusts all the way inside me, making me moan even louder as his teeth graze my skin.
JACK
Iclose the file I had my guy put together on Gracie’s ex and tuck it in my top drawer when I hear her humming her way down the hall.
“Someone’s in a good mood.” I smile at her when she bursts inside, taking a seat on the opposite side of my desk and looking as if she’s got something exciting to tell me.
“I think Cecelia is seeing someone.” She rests her feet on my desk, sliding her hand under her tummy and making herself comfortable. “Do my ankles look swollen to you?” She tilts her head as she checks them over.
“They're not swollen at all…and what do you mean, seeing someone?” I stand up and close the door, in case anyone overhears; I know what the staff can be like for gossiping. Resting against the edge of the desk, I take one of her ankles and knead it with my fingers.
“Last night I couldn’t sleep, your little one was hungry, so I came down to get something to eat, and that's when I saw headlights pull up front,” she explains, switching the way her legs are crossed so I can give her other ankle some attention. “Naturally, I was curious, so I peeked out the pantry window.”
“The pantry window is over six feet high,” I remind her.
