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“Well, you shouldn’t have bothered. If I had my way, I’d keep you naked in my bed permanently.”

I laugh. “I’m not sure I’d get much ruling done if that was the case.”

He growls. “I’m not sure I’d care.”

He presses his erection against my ass and kisses my neck again, and then down to the dip of my shoulder.

The baby moves inside me, too big now to roll andturn, but instead reminding me that he or she is there by pressing an elbow or a foot against the inside of my womb.

I smile at the sensation. “I think your child is saying ‘get your hands off my momma.’”

“Until the baby is born, you’re all mine.”

He unzips himself, and I reach back, wanting to touch him. The long, thick length of his erection fills my small hand, and I give him a squeeze, loving the way my touch affects his breathing.

At no point has he ever made me feel anything less than beautiful and desired throughout my pregnancy. Even at the start, when I’d felt as though I had constant seasickness, he’d held my hair and brought me ginger snaps to help with the nausea and made me feel loved and cherished. I’d never have thought he’d have it in him to care about someone more than himself, but he’s proven me wrong, time and time again.

As I masturbate him, his fingers slip between my thighs, finding me wet.

“Let’s fuck this baby out of you.”

He spins me away from the window and bends me over the bed. I plant my hands on the mattress as support and push my ass out to him. My size means we’ve needed to be more creative with positions—missionary definitely won’t work.

He pushes his fingers inside me again, and I moan. I can’t believe how sensitive I am now. Just being penetrated by his fingers almost makes me come.

“The baby is low down,” he says, “and I don’t want to get too deep, but I can try something else.”

His fingers graze over my asshole, and I get what he has in mind.

“Don’t you need to come inside my pussy to help get the baby out?”

“I have no idea. I think it’s just your climax that works, but we can always try again later if this doesn’t help.”

I twist to look over my shoulder. “You just want an excuse to spend all day fucking me.”

His dark eyes shine, and he chuckles. “Do I need an excuse?”

I let out a breathy sigh as he slides his fingers in and out of me.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” I tell him.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

He uses some of my nipple ointment as lube, working it around my hole, dipping inside me and using his fingers to stretch me. I whimper and moan, unsure if I’m going to be able to handle his cock in my ass when I’m already so full of baby.

“Wait, I’ve got something else.”

He goes to the closet and rummages around in the back. He pulls out an object. It’s like a tiny saddle made out of some kind of green stone, but it has two protrusions from it—one longer and the other smaller. It’s beautiful.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“This is for you to ride while I take your ass.”

“Ride?” It won’t penetrate me deeply, but it’s formed so that a part of it will be inside my pussy, and the other rubbing against my clit.

“Here, try it.”

He slides the green stone between my thighs. It’s coldagainst the heat of my flesh, a contrast of sensations. The largest protrusion slides inside my pussy, while the smaller one hits directly on my clit.