Her eyes flicker to me, and she swallows before nodding. “I understand. I’ll draw Mrs. Dansworth’s blood, and then I’ll need a swab from you.”
I brace my hands on the kitchen counter, my eyes rolling back as Henry pumps into me from behind. He bends me forward more, his chest pressing against my back as his hands cup my breasts and his fingers twist my nipples.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” he groans in my ear.
I pant, my pussy tightening on his cock. Never in a million years did I think I’d become addicted to fucking my stepson when we started this.
His teeth nip at my lobe, his shaky breaths fanning over my cheeks. “You want my cum, Mommy? You want me to fill you upagain?” His hand slides down, cupping my stomach. “You like carrying my baby? You want me to give you another after?”
My head tilts back, resting on his shoulder as I shudder at his words. My release is immediate and surprising because I never thought I would get off on the idea of being knocked up while wishing for this baby to come out already. But the way Henry says it, it’s as if he’s desperate for it. As if he wants nothing more than to keep me barefoot and pregnant. That gets me off.
He grunts, pounding into my fluttering pussy. His hands fall to the counter, our fingers tangling together as his body is pressed tight, his hips rolling with each drag of his cock inside me. His erratic pants blow into my ear before he tilts my head to kiss along my neck, and he buries himself deep before I feel it. I feel the swell and throb of his cock as his cum jerks into me. There’s so much of it that it starts to drip onto the floor, and I let out a cry.
“Henry!”
He chuckles lowly before pulling out of me. “I’ll clean it up.” He catches my wrist as I move to grab something before lifting me up. Henry sets me on the counter, grabbing a towel to clean between my legs. He tosses it into the trash after wiping the floor and then moves to the fridge. “You want a BLT?”
I grin. “Yes! That’s my?—”
“Favorite, I know. I’ve noticed how much bacon we keep stocked.”
A blush builds on my chest, and I can’t believe he even noticed that. I know he expressed how he felt a couple weeks ago, but half of me is hesitant to believe it. His cruel words from before still flash in my mind every now and then.
“Oh.” It’s all I can get out, unsure what else to say.
He winks at me. “Bet you can’t tell me what my favorite is.”
I scoff. “I don’t cook often, so if you’re expecting that kind of wife, you’re sadly mistaken.”
Henry’s grin grows wider and then he laughs, shaking his head. “Wife, eh?”
“Well, we already share the same last name,” I quip.
His smile drops, and he scowls. “Don’t remind me.”
I giggle. “Why? It’s so convenient. Don’t you think?”
He shakes his head, moving to the stove to start up the bacon. “Sure, sure. Convenient.”
This time I can’t hold back my laugh, and his own lips quirk. My heart feels so full, and while it’s unfortunate that his father died, I believe this is the way life is meant to be.
Chapter 10
Henry
I carrythe bags into the room, setting them on the floor and shaking out my arms. “Jesus, Natalie. Did you buy out the store?”
She scoffs. “I could have if I wanted to.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I think you did.”
Waving a hand in dismissal, she starts removing the items from the various bags. I watch her with appreciation, something tugging at my heart strings. I don’t remember ever having a room like this when I was younger, even when I was a child. Until I was a teenager, my room was bland and void of personality. After I snuck out once to attend a concert, I returned home and put up a few signed posters. But when I came home from school that afternoon, they were ripped down, my room ransacked of any “delinquent” material, as my father put it.
“What if she doesn’t want all these pink and purples?” I ask her. The last few months have flown by, and we’ve barely talked about what happens when the baby actually comes.
Natalie frowns. “Well, when she’s old enough and tells me she doesn’t like it, we can change it to whatever she wants.”
I grunt. “Even if it’s all green?”
