Page 20 of Bred By The King

“That’s where my baby is,” he whispers, thrusting slow and deep. “Right there. Growing inside you while I fuck you.”

The dirty talk is overwhelming. I come hard, clenching around him. He doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, his hand never leaving my stomach.

“Gonna breed you through the whole thing,” he promises. “Gonna fuck you when you’re big and round. Gonna eat this pussy every morning and fuck you every night. You’re never going to be empty, wife.”

He comes with a roar, flooding me so deep I can feel it in my womb. He stays inside me after, his cock still twitching, his hand gently rubbing my belly.

“I love you,” he says quietly.

The words hit me like a wave. He’s said it with his body a thousand times.

“I love you too, you big grumpy bastard.”

He smiles against my neck. Then he drops to his knees again and presses a soft kiss to my stomach.

“Hey, little one. It’s your daddy. I’m going to take care of you. And your mama. Forever.”

I cry. I can’t help it.

He stands and gathers me in his arms, holding me while I sob into his chest.

“Happy tears?” he asks, worried.

“The happiest,” I promise.

And they are.

Seventeen

LAYLA

I’m three months pregnant and Soren has lost his damn mind.

It’s not even visible yet, my belly is still flat, my clothes still fit. But he knows. He can smell the change. And he has become absolutely feral.

This morning, I woke up to him kissing my stomach. Not my pussy. My stomach. He spent twenty minutes pressing soft kisses below my navel, murmuring things I couldn’t hear, his big hands cradling my hips.

“Soren,” I finally said, running my fingers through his hair. “It’s three in the morning.”

“I know.” He looked up at me, eyes so soft I almost cried. “I just wanted to say good morning to our baby.”

“The baby is the size of a pea. It can’t hear you.”

“It can feel me.” He pressed his ear to my stomach. “I can feel it. The life. It’s there, Layla.”

I didn’t argue. I just held him while he talked to my belly.

Then he moved lower. And suddenly his mouth was between my thighs and I was gasping.

“Soren…”

“Hush, wife. Let me take care of you.”

He ate my pussy like it was his religion. Slow, deliberate, worshipful. He made me come twice before he even thought about his own pleasure.

Then he crawled up my body, pushed inside me, and fucked me with a tenderness that made me cry.

“I love you,” he whispered with every thrust. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”