My husband’s eyes gleamed with possessiveness, because we’ve entered a new chapter of our lives. After the meeting at my parents’ house, we went straight to the jewelry store and Shaft bought me a diamond so huge and incredible that I gasped looking at it in the box.
“It’s too big,” was my soft protest. “It must be six carats at least.”
Shaft’s eyes gleamed.
“It’s eight, sweetheart. But it’s perfect for you. And will you, honey? Will you be my bride? Make a poor sap happy, pretty girl, and take pity on me.”
Immediately, I threw my arms around that massive torso.
“Of course,” I cried, my voice muffled in his shoulder. “I’d love to.”
And things have progressed quickly since then because I’m a fertile girl and he’s a virile billionaire. Plus, the fact that Shaft has a special locking mechanism means that his sperm have that much more time to swim into me, getting me pregnant in the blink of an eye.
So here we are in our private wrestling ring, going at it again. Except my stomach’s huge now, the man so gentle as he pushes into my sweet pink channel.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck you’re tasty. All this extra weight makes you even more sassy and sexy, sweetheart.”
“Unnh,” is my breathless moan, pussy pulsing around his penetration as the words sink in. “Oh god, yes!”
And simultaneously, we burst with climax, our wrestling match done once more. Because I met a man who turned out to be more than a personal trainer. Michael’s bolstered my self-esteem, helping me appreciate my curvy shape. He’s paying my school fees, and even more, bought me a diamond as proof of his everlasting devotion. Last of all, Shaft’s given me a baby … and I can’t wait to form a circle of love that includes three.
THE END