I look down at my incredibly expensive, one-of-a-kind dress with terror. Tate is notorious for destroying clothes. But the look of joy mixed with pure desire in his eyes makes me hurriedly pull the skirt up as carefully as I can. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap, and I straddle him, wanting to feel his iron hard cock between my legs. He smooths his hand along my satin panties, and I shiver at the feel of his fingers on my sensitive clit. I’m already aching for him. It’s never lessened in our four years together. He keeps finding ways to make me want him.
I drop my head to his shoulder and kiss his neck, breathing in the expensive cologne I got him for Christmas. Mingled with the soap he always uses, his scent is like a drug to me. I grind against his hand, seconds from coming, but wanting it to last.
“Let me see your cock,” I say, tugging at his tuxedo pants until his thick shaft is in my hand.
“It’s all yours,” he groans as I stroke him.
He keeps teasing my clit through my panties, and he’s usually the one to rip them off me, but this time I impatiently shove them aside to guide his fingers to my wet and very needy pussy. He sinks them inside me and the instantaneous orgasm shocks me. He pushes deeper, not letting me have a moment’s respite, and a few seconds later, I’m coming again. I look down at his pulsing cock, thick precum dripping off the head, and moan, ready for more.
“I like being pregnant,” I gasp, deciding that’s what’s making me so wild for him. “I need you to make me come again.”
“I can’t say no to you,” he tells me, guiding his cock to my opening.
“That’s what I like best about you,” I tease.
He pauses with his cock throbbing against me, my pussy desperately straining to take him in, and lays his hand on my throat, sliding his palm down my chest to my stomach. His eyes are brimming with wonder and love, and I lean down to kiss him. Our tongues collide as he glides inside me, and I press our bodies together, enveloped in his love.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he says, right before he roars and spills his seed deep inside me. I hold on tight, and when he catches his breath, he puts his hand on my stomach again. “Both of you,” he tells me.
I stay on his lap, stroking his hair back off his sweaty brow, smoothing his collar and lapels. He’s all mine and all I ever wanted. The baby is a bonus, and I can’t wait for that chapter of our life to start. But now, looking into his eyes, I’m complete. He’s given me everything I ever dreamed of, and I know he’ll keep thinking of ways to make me happy.
I intend to do the same for him for the rest of my life.
~The end