“Mmph. Was fine. Boring. Tired.” I don’t have anything else to say, thinking only of my greasy goodness that I’m currently inhaling. “How was your day?”
Henry tells me about his morning as we ride, and by the time we arrive at the estate, I’m almost asleep. I stir as he carries me through the house and puts me in bed, and by the time he’s undressing to join me, I’m fully awake. Sitting up, I take in my husband as he strips, dark chest hair revealed button by button, leading down to the trail pointing to my happy place.
By the time he’s naked, placing his watch on the dresser, I’m just as horny as I was this morning when he took me before the shower. When he turns to find me sitting topless in bed, his dick twitches to attention.
“I thought you were asleep, you minx,” he teases, crawling up the bed to bracket me in with his arms, careful to keep his weight off my stomach.
I run my fingers up his muscled thighs, gently fondling his balls and enjoying his shudder, before collecting the precum he’s already leaking and licking it off my fingertip.
“I was asleep before my god of a husband stripped in front of me, and I got a peek of something in his ass.”
“Ah, so you did see that.”
“Mm-hmm, I did. Was it a secret?”
“Not a secret, but it is part of a surprise I wanted you to be well rested for. Are you awake enough now for the rest of your present?”
Nodding eagerly, I scramble to pull my pants off as he retrieves a black box from the closet. Pulling the ribbon free of its bow, I take the top off to find the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen. A beautiful shade of blue, similar to the jewelry box I saw him give my mother earlier, and…surprisingly familiar in shape?
Noting my confusion immediately, Henry takes it from my hand and places it next to his.
“Twins!” I gasp.
He laughs. “Almost. Mine was the inspiration, so the veins and angle of the curve should match. However…it’s slightly thicker, and slightly longer. I thought it only fitting that your dick was a little bigger than mine, darling. And as you saw a moment ago, I’ve been prepping myself so I can take you like the good boy I am.”
I pounce, kissing this man within an inch of his life before I remember that I’m currently as big as a whale and there’s no way this will work. My previous strap stopped fitting a month ago. He sees my sadness and immediately senses why.
“You have so little faith in me? This is custom, baby. It’s made to fit you exactly as you are now. And fully adjustable, so as youget bigger, then shrink back once you’ve given birth, it’ll always fit.”
This man.
“You’ve been a very, very good boy today, Mr. Sinclair. Now, get on your knees and elbows and let me thank you properly.”
Chapter thirty-five
“Henry, darling, will you please calm down? The beeping is just a contraction, and I can’t feel them now that I’ve had the epidural. In fact, you’re the one causing me stress. You’re making me nervous by pacing like that!”
I’m sure I look like a pouting toddler as I flop down in the uncomfortably hard chair. Meanwhile, my laboring wife is the portrait of composure. Her hair is perfect, her makeup is flawless, and her posture is intact, even within the confines of her hospital bed. From the moment her contractions began, she’s been nothing but calm. On the other hand, I’ve been losing my mind.
I’m both excited to meet our son and nervous for my wife. She’s the strongest person I’ve ever met, and while I know she will handle this—is handling this—better than I would, I wish I could take this burden from her. What I do know is that her sacrifice in carrying this child and bringing him into the world will never be forgotten. Even though she’s managed it extremely well, I’ll always be indebted to her. Especially since I plan to keep her bred.Holy fuck, pregnant sex is insane. I’ve never comemore in my life, which is ironic, considering it’s useless right now. Nevertheless, it’s been the most sensual lovemaking I’ve ever had.
“The nurse said I’ll be pushing soon. Why don’t you go out in the waiting room, dear? You can tag Mom in for that part.”
I’m hoping she understands exactly how I feel by the emotion in my eyes alone, but she’s not even looking at me. Her attention is on her book. A steamy romance novel by the looks of the half-naked man on the cover. I’m not even sure why she reads those since I know for a fact they’re vanilla by her standards. Maybe she should write her own romance novels, although they would certainly be too dark to sell in the stores.
Standing, I take the book from her hands. “If I grow my hair out and change my name to Paolo, will you pay attention to me instead of this book? I think we both know our sex blows this out of the water. I don’t mind proving it right now…”
She rolls her eyes but can’t stop the laugh that escapes. “Jesus, Henry. You’ve got a fat cock, but it’s not ten centimeters in diameter. You wouldn’t feel a thing right now, and I most certainly wouldn’t with this epidural.”
The thought of my wife’s gaping pussy has me fully erect, and I can’t believe I didn’t think about looking at it before now. Rounding her bed, I grab her knees and open her legs. “Let me see, baby!”
“Henry! Stop that, or I’m going—”
“What are you going to do, love?” I ask, slowly pushing her hospital gown up her thighs as I kiss each inch of skin on the way. “You’re in no position to make threats right now, baby, you can’t even move.”
I pause my pursuit, right before reaching her core, and gaze at her like I have countless times before. “Don’t you dare lick me right now, Henry Sinclair. It's actually not safe.”
Oh. Fuck. She’s right. It’s not safe because she’s about to literally give birth. But damn. If my son weren’t currently making his way down her birth canal…well, there are so many things I could stick inside her right now. Starting with my fist.
