Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
She looks at me in the mirror, that pouty, sexy look on her lips. She’s become more and more attractive as the pregnancy has progressed, but that’s not saying much. She’s always more beautiful and sexier to me. Even now, my shaft is thickening. My tip is aching as I look at her big nipples.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she says.
I smirk, sitting up in bed. Her eyes move to my arms and my chest. She’s going through a majorly horny phase right now. And as her man, the only one who’ll ever touch her, I’m reaping all the benefits. She rests her hand on her belly.
“I don’t want to overexert you before the celebrations,” I say, “but I do think you could benefit from some stress relief.”
I stand naked, my rock-hard dick bouncing as I go. It feels so natural to be naked around her, but there’s always that spark of excitement like the first night. Walking up behind her, I gently massage her shoulders.
She closes her eyes, responding with the hottest moan. She’s really grown into her sexuality these past few months. Hell, we both have. We’re so comfortable with each other. We need fewer words, just the language of our bodies. I rub her neck gently.
She groans and looks up at me through the mirror. “Logan…”
I smirk. “That doesn’t sound like you want me to stop.”
Smoothing my hands down her chest, I delicately stroke my fingers around her nipples. I stare at her in the mirror, captivated by how she shifts in her seat like she can’t contain herself. I have to be gentle. Her nipples have become extremely sensitive lately, especially since she’s started producing milk.
“Rub your pussy for me, too,” I say, a note of command in my voice.
“Logan,” she whimpers. She places her makeup down and starts gently rubbing her slit. Her moans get more intense when I stroke her nipples faster, her hand moving in time with me.
Kneeling, I grab her chair and spin it around slowly. Then I pull down the front of her nightgown. Her gorgeous, big tits bounce free, those pale lust-filled green veins moving through her curviness. The end of her nipple leaks slightly.
She gasps and covers it with her hand. I smirk, meeting her eye. “You don’t have to be ashamed. I’ve seen it before.”
“Yeah, but not… not when we’re… you know…”
I take her wrist and gently remove her hand. My dick is so hard, the scent of her pregnancy filling me with that perfect sense of purpose. Leaning down, I take her nipple in my mouth, moving my tongue around it, tasting her slightly sweet milk.
Then I gently slip my hand beneath her bump and slide my finger into her. She’s soaked for me, as she has been every day this week, the hormones blasting through her. I keep sucking her nipple, listening to her moans. Her hand is in my hair.
“Oh, my God. Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”
I move my finger quicker, feeling her heat, her warmth. Moving my finger in circles as I do the same with my tongue, tasting more and more of her milk. She whimpers, her whole body shaking, legs straightening as the orgasm takes hold of her. I lean back, needing to watch. They’ve been so damn intense lately.
Her face and neck are bright red when it’s over. She twitches, her walls gripping my finger like her horny pregnant slit wants to keep me inside. I slide my fingers out, then gently rub her clit.
“What about you?” she whispers.
I smirk. “A month until you pop. This is about you.”
She shakes her head with that daring, confident glint in her eyes I love so much. “Nah-uh. I want you to come on my tits.”
Oh, fuck. My heart starts pounding in my chest. I know what she’s doing to me. She hasn’t got long until she needs to get ready for the shower. So she’s making me as horny as possible.
She reaches forward and grabs the base of my dick, then leans over and brings her mouth to it. I stare at her gorgeously curvy body, made even fuller with the bump. She sucks my tip, stroking my shaft, bobbing her head up and down.
“Will you?” She moans, then kisses the end of my swollen dick, my tip bulging with all the tension, the hunger to release. “Will you come on my tits? I’m yours, Logan.”
“Y-yes,” I groan when she takes my dick in her mouth again, sucking passionately, making it impossible to look away. “You’re mine. J-j…”
“Just yours,” she whispers, stroking me faster, staring into my eyes. She leans back to let me see her tits bouncing for me, still wet from my mouth, from her milk. “Only yours. Forever.”
The heat of her palm rushes through my shaft. She’s so hot. So perfect. Her tits are bouncing. She has that daring glint in her eyes.