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“You don’t have much of an imagination,” she said dryly.
I laughed. “I don’t know. I feel like it’s coming right along. With many aspects of my life, I think you have helped to develop it.”
Her face softened and she cupped my cheek. “That was one of the sweetest things you have ever said to me.”
“I do love you,” I said, leaning up to kiss her. “And you promise?”
She nodded. “One week, even hugely pregnant.”
I tilted my head to the side. “You are six months pregnant. I don’t think you can consider that hugely.”
“You have a penis. You don’t get to vote.”
A bark of laughter escaped me. “There is a penis clause that I didn’t know about?”
Her eyes danced with mirth. “There is always a penis clause about something.”
All this talk about my cock and she was beginning to make a valiant effort for round two.
“Tell me more about the penis clause,” I growled and pulled her face into a kiss.
Sutton grinned. “All those with penisespenis’s are not allowed to comment on pregnancy woes. It’s in the pregnancy bible.”
I frowned. “I read that one book cover to cover and didn’t see it in there.”
She nodded. “You wouldn’t. Only those without a penis can see the words. Sorry, love.”
I pushed up, sinking myself inside of her again. Her eyes widened and she grinned at me.
“My penis has something to say.” I thrust into her again. “He doesn’t like being left out.”
She moaned as I slid in and out of her channel.
“The penis clause can always be amended,” she said breathlessly. “As long as negotiations go like this.”
I grinned and fucked my future wife until we were both senseless once again.