Swack.“One.”
Swack.“Two,” I sob.
Swack.“Three.” Tears are streaming down my face.
Swack.“Four.”
Swack.“Five,” I scream out. I’m right at the edge.
“Such a good girl, Kitten. Now stand up for me, and you can open your eyes. I want you to ride me. I want to watch as your tight cunt strangles my cock.” He sits down on the couch, then helps me straddle him.
I lower myself down until he’s completely inside of me, and we both let out loud curses. “I feel so full. It feels so good,” I whimper.
“That’s it, baby, ride me. Your pussy feels so fucking good.” He squeezes my hips as he helps me move up and down.
The room is filled with grunts and the slapping of skin. My pace gets faster, and I’m slamming myself down as hard as I can, my movements becoming more frenzied.
“Oh god, Isla, yes, I love you. I love you so much,” Callum groans out. I can tell he’s getting close because his breathing is picking up. He pulls me in for a kiss, and I bite down on his lip.
In one quick motion, he flips me, so I’m laying on the couch with him hovering over me, still managing to be gentle. This new angle has him hitting all the right spots.
“Fuck, Callum! Harder! Please, fuck me harder.” I’m begging and sobbing at this point. He does just like I ask.
“I’m so close!” He reaches down and pinches my clit, and I cum hard after one more hard thrust. He follows a couple thrust later with a loud groan.
He softly lays down beside me and kisses my forehead. “That help clear your mind?”
“Oh yeah, I feel much more relaxed. Thank you, baby.” I kiss his shoulder since it's all I can reach at this angle.
“Good, now let’s go wash up and then you can relax some more and work on your vows. We have nothing else to do today.” He helps me up, and after a nice long shower and a couple more rounds, I’m sitting on the couch, finishing up the vows and going over the couple of last minute details my grandmother wanted to run by me, when the front door opens. I can tell from the echo of all the footsteps the rest of my guys are home.
Orin and Silas come around the corner, carrying a whole bunch of take-out bags. “Wait, is that teriyaki chicken I smell? Is the great Bodie letting us eat junk food?” I gasp, holding my hand to my heart in shock.
The man in question comes around the corner, glaring at me half heartedly. “First off, brat, I do like junk sometimes. Second, you have been whining for days that you wanted real teriyaki chicken, not the overly healthy crap I cook, so we got what you wanted. Third, we have a whole bunch of stuff to do tomorrow so we figured it’d be nice to relax tonight. So I agreed that picking up dinner and a movie with the family would be just what we needed before a busy day.”
“I was just playing with you. You act like I don’t know you have a weakness for authentic tamales. Thank you for always making sure everyone is fed.” I walk over and wrap my arms around him, making sure to squeeze his delectable ass for good measure.
“Do y’all want to set up everything in the media room? I ordered dinner trays for us to use, and I got the kids a plastic picnic table since we seem to like eating there,” Maw-Maw offers walking into the room.
“Yeah, Maw-Maw, that’s fine, I’ll go get the kids. Why don’t y’all get everything set up?” I check the app showing where the kids are, and then head to the playroom to grab the tiny monsters.
I bribe them away from their game of hide and seek with the promise of something sweet after dinner, and we make it up to the media room. All of the food is set up and ready, and the live actionLion Kingmovie is ready to play.
Dinner is fun and relaxing. A little while after we eat, I’m snuggled into the oversized chair with Vivian snuggled up to me when I start to feel my what was an amazing dinner coming back up. “Oh, shit.” I push myself up and cover my mouth, hauling ass towards the hall bathroom.
I barely make it in time to hurl the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I feel hands pulling my hair back and a cold washcloth on my neck. When I’m finally dry heaving, a bottle of water is pressed into my hand.
“Are you okay, Babygirl?” Orin pushes the hair off my forehead.
“Ugh, no. Why is throwing our guts up something pregnant women have to deal with? I miss getting to enjoy food.” I whine, rinsing my mouth with water before taking a cautious sip.
He helps pull me up off the floor and hands me a toothbrush and paste. We have taken to stocking necessities in every bathroom since it randomly hits me, and we don’t want to have to run across the house everytime.
“I know. Hopefully, it’ll stop soon. I still have a couple vials of the Zofran. I can do a shot or IV if you want?” he asks.
“No, love, not tonight, but I think I might get you to do it first thing in the morning. That way I can enjoy the food tomorrow.” I brush my teeth and head back to meet everyone else in the media room to finish the movie.
“Okay, that’s fine. Hopefully, we can keep on top of the morning sickness. I’ll make sure you get plenty of small meals.” He kisses my cheek and pulls me in for snuggles.
