“I’m going to find some ice cream.” I move to stand up, so I can put some distance between us.
“I’ll get it.” He taps my tummy and stands up. “I knew the ice cream boycott wouldn’t last.” Leaning over, he kisses my lips and heads in the direction of the kitchen.
I feel the baby shift inside me, poking an elbow or knee out the side of my stomach to let himself be known.
“You have a lot to answer for,” I tell him, stroking my hand over him and allowing myself to imagine holding him in my arms.
“We’re all out of chocolate, so I brought you strawberry, unless you want me to head ou–” Jack pauses when he steps back in the room and sees the tears in my eyes.
“You okay?” he checks
“Just hormones.” I fake him a smile as I snatch the ice cream from his hands.
JACK
“Are you sure we shouldn’t be slowing down with this?” I check, as she holds onto the bedpost, and demands I fuck her harder.
“Nope.” She shakes her head, standing up straight, and I slide my hands from her hips to her tits, continuing to thrust inside her while squeezing her nipples through my fingers. I make a mental note to phone Dr. Stratton and check, because the last thing I want to do is fuck my girl into early labour. Our child still has four weeks left of growing to do, and I can’t wait to see Gracie at her fullest.
“Fuck, Jack, that feels good.” She reaches her arms back and crosses them behind my head, making that pregnant belly stick out even more for me.
I’m admiring how fucking hot she looks in the mirror across the room when I feel something wet slip between my fingers. I glance down over her shoulder, and when I see what it is, I smile in satisfaction.
“You're leaking,” I tell her, examining my fingers and seeing the tiny white droplets coating them.
“I thought that wasn’t supposed to happen till the baby got here.” She stares down, looking scared. “Shit, Jack, I’m so sorry.” She cups one of her tits and covers the other with her arm, like she’s embarrassed.
“Sorry for what?” I spin her around so I can get a better look. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” Moving her hand away, I lower my head to the one that leaked and watch her eyes widen as I take it in my mouth and suck.
“Jack?” She shakes her head in confusion, while I raise my hand and start stimulating the other.
“I told you, I want to see these dripping onto your belly,” I pull back to tell her, impressed by the amount of milk that’s leaking from her nipples already. I look up and make sure she watches me lick it clean.
“Tastes good,” I assure her, scooping some on my finger and moving it towards her lips.
“Ewwww!” She pulls back. “I’m not tasting that; I don’t even think it’s supposed to happen.” She bites her lip. “Does this mean the baby’s coming early?”
“Relax, it’s perfectly normal. Some women start in their fourth or fifth month. Did you not read that book I left in the summer house for you, last month?”
“I don’t need to, I have the walking encyclopedia of pregnancy to ask.” She looks down at her nipples, still unnerved by it. “Are you sure?”
I can see the concern on her face, and the way she strokes her tummy protectively makes my cock even harder.
“I’m sure.” I take her in my hands and knead her tits until they drip between my fingers. “This is so fucking hot. Look at you.” I spin her around and walk her closer to the mirror. “Look at this perfect belly and these full tits.” I use my hand to stroke some of what she’s produced onto her stretched-out skin. “Perfect.” Taking my cock, I slowly slip it back inside her. Fucking her slowly, and watching her leak for me.
“Stroke your tummy, princess, show me how proud you are of it.” She does as she’s told, stroking big circles around the huge orb in front of her. “So fucking perfect. I should lock you in the basement and keep you knocked up forever.” She places her hands behind my head and moans as she comes.
“Fuck.” I slam into her harder, losing control of the sight in front of me. “You're squeezing me so tight; this pussy wants more cum. You want me to knock you up all over again, don’t you?”
“Jack,” she whispers my name as I hold her belly, and fuck her harder.
“You love having a part of me inside you, growing so well and making me proud. Just admit it, princess, tell me the truth.”
“Fuck,” she growls. “Don’t stop, Jack. Don’t ever fucking stop!” she screams as I come deep inside her, and hold her belly firmly.
“I never want you to stop,” she whispers one more time, before tears fill her eyes and she drops her gaze from the mirror.
“Please….No!” I wake up to her thrashing in her sleep and clutching her stomach. “Please.” Her skin is dripping with sweat; her head is shaking violently, and I try my best to stir her awake
