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“Yes,” she whispered. “I’ve been wet since I got in the car, thinking about you.”

I pushed two fingers inside her. She was tight, scorching hot, and so fucking wet. I curled them, stroking that spot that made her walls flutter and her hips jerk forward. My thumb circled her swollen clit in slow, firm strokes, pressing just hard enough to make her gasp.

“This pussy missed me today, didn’t it?” I murmured against her mouth.

She moaned, forehead dropping to mine. “Yes Richard…”

I added a third finger, stretching her open, fucking her slowly with my hand. I could smell her sweet arousal in the air. Her thighs trembled around my wrist.

I pulled my fingers out and freed my thick, hard cock with one hand. It slapped heavily against her bare, dripping pussy. I rubbed the broad head up and down her slit, coating myself in her arousal, teasing her swollen clit until her hips were grinding desperately and she was whimpering.

“Please,” she breathed, voice breaking. “Richard, please. I need you inside me.”

I gripped her hips and slammed her down onto my cock in one brutal thrust.

She cried out sharply, nails digging into my shoulders as I stretched her open. Her tight walls fluttered and gripped every inch, sucking me deeper. I was buried to the hilt, and I held her there, letting her feel exactly how full she was.

“Fuck, yes,” I snarled. “Take every inch baby.”

She was panting, trembling. I thrust up hard, using my grip on her hips to bounce her on my length. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the car. Her tits bounced with every powerful stroke. I shoved the front of her dress down roughly, freeing them completely.

I latched onto one of her nipples, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before I pulled it between my teeth. She arched with a broken moan. I switched sides, sucking and biting while she rode me, the car rocking subtly with the force of her movements and my upward thrusts.

“Fuck baby,” I growled against her skin, palming her breasts roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples. “Listen to how wet you are.”

The filthy sounds grew louder, her desperate moans, my low grunts. I let her ride me until her thighs started shaking and her rhythm turned frantic. Then I rolled her over in one fluid motion, laying her on her back across the backseat. I spread her legs wide, knees pushed toward her chest, completely open and exposed for me. The new position let me sink even deeper as I drove back inside her in one savage thrust.

She gasped, back arching off the seat. I braced one hand beside her head and the other on her thigh, holding her spread open while I fucked her hard and deep. I kept her like that, legs splayed, dress bunched around her waist, heels still on as I pounded into her with slow, powerful strokes, then faster, grinding deep on every thrust so she felt every inch.

“Look at me,” I commanded. I watched her face the whole time, drinking in every moan, every flutter of her eyelids, the way her mouth fell open in pleasure. Her tits bounced with every impact. Her soaked cunt made filthy, wet sounds as I drove in and out, the backseat giving me all the room I needed to fuck my wife thoroughly.

“Look at you, Mrs. Kincaid getting fucked in the back of the car like a good little slut.” I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss before pulling back to watch again.

She whimpered helplessly, nails raking down my arms. I kept fucking her relentlessly, hips snapping, thumb working her clit in tight circles until her whole body started to tense again.

I pounded her through her orgasm, her walls clamping down hard, gushing around me as she cried out. Only after she was shaking and oversensitive did I let go. I slammed inside her and came with a deep, guttural groan. My cum flooded her, pulsing deep inside her womb, filling her until it leaked out around my cock with every twitch. I kept grinding, pushing it in deeper.

We stayed locked together, panting. I slowly pulled out. I pulled her back into my lap, facing me. My hand drifted up to cup one of her breasts. They felt different now, heavier, fuller. Her nipples were darker and more sensitive. She shivered when my thumb brushed over one.

“You feel different,” I murmured against her neck.

She blinked, still dazed and flushed. “What?”

My thumb circled the sensitive peak. I went still. “When was your last period?”

She hesitated, biting her lip, voice barely above a whisper. “I was gonna tell you. I’m at least three weeks late. Or maybe four.”

I’d been waiting for this. Weeks earlier, I had replaced enough of her birth control pills to make them useless. Samantha never questioned the new pack I brought home for her. She trusted me to take care of everything, even the medication I had quietly sabotaged.

We’d been having constant unprotected sex since I took her virginity, and now my plan had worked. She was mine. Every inch of her, including the baby I’d put inside her.

I lifted her from my lap carefully, my cum still leaking down her thighs. I tucked myself away, leaned forward, and knocked against the privacy glass.

“Nearest pharmacy,” I called out. “Now.”

The limousine accelerated smoothly. I pulled Samantha against my side, one hand resting possessively over her lower stomach as the city lights streaked past.

Pregnant.