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“Clearly that’s what you wanted,” she shot back. “She’s really beautiful. I can’t compete with that.”

“Sure you can,” I couldn’t help pointing out. “She can’t compete with you. You’re the mother of my child. And she’s not my girlfriend. That was our first date, and I don’t know if you saw, but it didn’t end well. There’s no question there won’t be another one. I’m getting married in a few hours.”

I pushed two fingers into her, my other hand tugging at her nipple almost roughly.

Her reaction was gratifying. She was crying out and moving her hips against me. I pinched her nipple harder.

“It’s too much,” she sobbed. I twisted it and pinched her clit, and she sobbed harder and came.

I snapped, stripping down and mounting her before my brain caught up to my body.

I had to get creative with her big belly. I put her on her side, straddled one leg, the other pulled up as I pushed into her. She was slick, she had been from the moment I’d touched her, and I shoved in smoothly. Two strokes in, my finger on her clit, and she came so hard she screamed with it.

It was enough to stop me even at my most unstoppable. I froze mid-stroke and stared. “You okay?” I asked her, feeling my old tenderness for her sweep through my whole body, head to toe.

She just nodded, and I started fucking her again in earnest, her cunt still spasming around me. “Is it too much, too deep, with the baby?” I asked her. I’d never fucked a pregnant woman before, obviously.

“Don’t stop,” was all she said, and promptly came again, screaming.

I froze mid-stroke again. I was throbbing inside of her, had been ready to come from the second my tip touched her entrance, but even with all that I managed to say roughly, “I think I’ll keep you pregnant, if this is what it’s like,” and started ramming into her again, humping in and out in fast, heaving pumps. She came again, and I didn’t stop that time, couldn’t have if my life depended on it. I rooted deep and came so hard I had to fight not to black out on top of her.

That broke the longest bout of abstinence I’d suffered in my adult life.

Of course once wasn’t enough.

She’d always been beautifully responsive in bed, but the pregnancy took it to lavish, decadent, multi-orgasmic proportions. She was a hair trigger like this and I couldn’t stop getting her off, playing with her like a favorite toy.

I got a little carried away.

I alternated between sucking on her clit, working her with my hands, and rooting my dick inside her as much and as often as possible.

She’d come so many times and so intensely that she was begging me to stop.

I had her hips pulled to the edge of the mattress, her legs over my shoulders. I was rooting around, mashing the tip of my dick into a spot deep inside that was making her scream and come with every blunt impact, like pushing a button. A pregnancy come button. It was divine.

I couldn’t stop pushing it.

My impulse control had utterly deserted me. “You’re my own personal sex toy. I’m going to do whatever I want with you, do you understand? Because you’re my property. Say it. Say I’m your toy, your property.”

Even as I was coming yet again, stuffing her compulsively and overwhelmingly with my seed, I still kept moving, jarring into that sweet spot.

And again, I got carried away. I only realized it when she passed out cold with me still inside of her.

I felt like an absolute bastard, overcome with instant and powerful remorse.

Thank God she roused from it easily enough, and I made myself stop playing with her body, even folding her into one of my T-shirts and tucking her in.

Even then I was over her, kissing her mouth, her face cupped in my hands. “I’m sorry,” I told her between kisses. “I went too far.”

Her hand went to my dick, stroking me. I pulled it away.

“I can do something else for you, if it wasn’t enough,” she told me sweetly.

It was like the old Nova was back, the one from before all the hell she’d put me through for no good reason, and some part of me was ready to forgive her for all of it, if only to have her back as I knew her.

“It was enough,” I told her finally, though it wasn’t what I wanted to say. I’d come three times in the last two hours, but I still wanted more and I knew that wasn’t reasonable, especially considering her condition.

“I could sit up and you could titty fuck me,” she suggested. “Or I could suck you off.”