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I drop her to her feet and grip her throat. “Go to our fucking bedroom, little one. Now.”

She walks ahead of me down the hall with an extra swing in her hips because she knows I’m watching.

I shut the bedroom door behind us. She’s standing at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed and that defiant chin raised.

“Strip for Daddy.”

She pulls the shirt over her head slowly, because she likes making me wait. Her tits are fuller now, and I love how sensitive they are. She pushes the leggings down and she’s bare underneath because my wife doesn’t wear underwear that often anymore. Another little rule I gave her. I demand easy access to my wife at all times.

She stands there naked and pregnant. And fucking mine.

“On your fucking knees.”

She drops and looks up at me with those stormy eyes. I unzip and pull my cock out, and she opens her mouth, greedy and hungry for me to fuck her throat.

I push past her lips and grip her hair. She takes me deep and moans around me, and I fuck her mouth. But when I pull back, I drag the barbell across her bottom lip, slow, letting the metal catch against the wet skin. Her eyes roll back and she whimpers, because she knows what that piercing feels like inside her. Having it on her lips is a promise of where it’s going next.

“Tongue out, little one.”

She extends her tongue and I lay my cock across it, the barbell resting against the flat of her tongue. I hold her jaw open so she can’t close her mouth. She’s kneeling naked with my dick on her tongue and drool pooling at the corners of her lips. The sight of her makes me want to keep her on her knees for the rest of the night.

“You look so fucking pretty like this, little one.” I trace her bottom lip with my thumb. “Pregnant and on your knees with Daddy’s cock on your tongue. This is what you were made for, baby.”

She moans and her thighs press together, desperate for friction she’s not going to get until I give it to her.

I pull my cock from her mouth and yank her to her feet by her hair. I spin her around and bend her over the edge of the bed. Her face is pressed into the mattress, ass in the air. I kick her legs apart and spank her hard enough that she cries out and her hips jerk forward.

“That’s for the chair.” I spank her again, harder. “And that’s for smiling at my fucking camera.”

“Harder, Daddy.” She teases me. “I was a really bad girl.”

I give her four more until her ass is red and she’s moaning into the sheets. Then I drop to my knees and eat her pussy from behind. She screams and grabs the sheets. I suck her clit, and push my tongue inside her. I don’t stop until she comes on my face so hard her legs give out. I hold her up by her hips and keep going because this isn’t over until I’m fucking finished eating my wife’s pussy.

When I’m done, I stand and push inside her in one hard thrust. She moans my name into the mattress, and I grip her hips as I thrust into her.

“Fuck.” I hold still because her pregnant pussy is so tight and wet and I’m already too fucking close. “This cunt is going to ruin me, Laine.”

I start again, hard and deep because that’s how she wants it. Pregnancy changes nothing about how I’m going to fuck her. My hand slides around to her belly, and I press my palm flat against the swell while I drive into her from behind. My baby under my hand. My cock inside my perfect little wife growing my baby.

“You’re fucking mine.” My mouth is against her ear, my hand on her belly, my cock buried deep. “I promised you I’d give you what you wanted, and as soon as you have our baby, I’m going to get you pregnant again.”

We might end up with eight children by the time all is said and done. I am obsessed with filling her pussy.

“Yes, Daddy.” She pushes back against me, meeting every thrust. “You did this to me. We’re both yours.”

I pull her up by her throat so her back is against my chest. I fuck her standing, and I can see us in the mirror on the wall. My hand on her throat. My other hand spread across her belly. My cock disappearing inside her. Her face wrecked and her mouth open and her eyes finding mine in the glass.

“Look at us, baby.” I tighten my grip. “Look at what I did to you. Soon your belly is going to be so fucking round, and I can’t wait.”

She comes watching our reflection while I fuck her. Her pussy locks down on me and she moans over and over as I come inside her with a groan that rips out of my chest. I stay buried deep, my hand on her belly, and I hold her there until the shaking stops.

I pull out and lift her into my arms, carrying her to our bathroom and set her on the edge of the tub. I turn on the water, getting the temperature right.

When the tub is full, I strip off my clothes and climb in first. I pull her in after me and settle her between my legs with her back against my chest. Her head falls against my shoulder, and my arms wrap around her, my hands resting on her belly under the warm water.

She’s quiet for a while. Her fingers trace circles on my forearms, following the lines of ink like she always does.

“Ryker’s coming for dinner tonight,” she says.