“Yes,please.”
I introduce a second finger and pump both in and out until she feels ready to take mycock.
I still can’t believe how much Emma Lia enjoys anal sex after being so fucking adamant that she wouldn’t so much as try it. I didn’t think that we’d ever reach this point—both of us wanting my cock to pound her ass… but we can’t berough.
I take out my fingers and spit on my hand, spreading it over my length. “My cock has been missing your sweet little asshole somuch.”
She gasps when I begin to slide into her hole and I stop, immediately alarmed that I’ve hurt her. “Mon bien-aimé?”
“I want it. Please don’tstop.”
I begin slowly, rocking into her with small thrusts, until I’m buried balls deep. And I can’t stop the animalistic groan that is expelled from my lungs. “Ohhh, mon bien-aimé.”
I fuck her slowly and gently. The sadist within me tries to convince me that harder won’t hurt anything, but the father-to-be inside me closes his ears, placing his child’s safety above his owngratification.
My entire body tenses, and a primal groan fills the room when my balls tighten and hot, wet cum explodes out of my cock and into my Emma Lia. “Ohhh…fuck.”
When I pull out, I spread her cheeks and wait to see my cum drip from her hole. “Show it tome.”
She bears down and a stream of white and clear fluid flows out and down her crack onto the bed. “Goodgirl.”
I get up to go to the bathroom to wash up and return with a warm washcloth, cleansing Emma Lia the way Cat instructed. Not exactly hot and romantic but required to prevent problems associated with a little bit of bum fun during pregnancy. I couldn’t bear it if something happened because I didn’t properly care for mygirl.
I lie next to her, pulling her into my arms. “Mmm… that wasfantastic.”
“And muchneeded.”
“That’ ain’t no lie. It felt good to let the wolf out to play. I feel more like my oldself.”
“Is that what’s been going on with youlately?”
“What do youmean?”
She shakes her head, saying nothing. But that shit’s not gonna cut it withme.
“Mon bien-aimé. Tell me now what you mean when you ask what’s been going on with melately.”
“We were closer than we’ve ever been right after we found out about the baby, and then it feels like that droppedoff.”
Shit. I’ve been so consumed by planning this wedding last minute that I’ve overlooked the most important detail. And I can’t tellher.
“Ah, baby, I’m sorry. It’s this Vegas casino. It’s requiring more of my time than expected. I didn’t mean to neglectyou.”
“You haven’t mentioned anything else about getting married. Do you still wantme?”
Fuck, those words coming from her wreck meinside.
I pull her close and kiss the top of her head. “Yes, mon bien-aimé. I can’t wait to make you my wife, and I’m so sorry that you question my commitment to you. That’s my bad, and I swear that you’ll never question itagain.”
“I’m sorry, Tristan. I don’t want or mean to be anag.”
“You could never be a nag, mon bien-aimé.” I kiss the top of her head. “This weekend is going to be all aboutus.”
“What about the problems inVegas?”
Shit, I’ve overspoken. “I’ll handle them quickly and then every minute of my time belongs to my babymama.”
She giggles and I know that I’ve made her happy. “That sounds reallyperfect.”
