Page 50 of Bratva's Innocent Obsession

I can barely let her go enough to allow her to scramble around on my lap so she’s straddling me, linking her hands at the back of my neck.

She’s naked beneath my shirt, and of course my cock has risen to the occasion. I don’t think I’ll ever have Taylor near me without wanting her.

“Kon, we’re having a baby,” she manages to say when I get distracted from her mouth to press desperate, loving kisses over her cheeks.

“We are. You’re going to look so lovely swollen with the baby I put in you.” I release her waist to wedge my hand between us, onto her lower abdomen.

“Are you really happy?—”

“Yes.” I cut her off. “I’ve been obsessed with you since we met, Taylor. You and the family we’ll have together are everything to me. My whole life. I love you, and that tiny thing is part of you. My affection will grow for this baby as it grows in you. There will always be space in my heart for what you bring me.”

She makes a contented whimpering sound. I grab the shirt in both hands and rip it apart, allowing all my impatience free rein as I push the white cotton from her shoulders, baring her to me. So perfect, so sweet and untouched, except by my hands.

“I swear I will tell you as many times as you need to hear it, Taylor. I love you. I want you. I want this.” I stroke over her still-flat stomach, before drifting upwards. “And these will get bigger, full of milk.”

I cover her little tits almost entirely with one hand, and she gasps as my fingers catch her nipple.

“You’re so beautiful now, you’re going to be stunning as a mother too.” I squeeze her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She’s so soft there, and I need more.

Taylor has a similar thought. She unlinks her hands from around my shoulders and attempts to get her pussy onto my cock.

And I want that. I do.

“Uh-uh.” I sweep the pillows behind me away, then lift her by the waist and lie back. “I’ve been needing to taste you properly since the first time I saw you.”

I half urge, half drag her forwards.

“What are you…?” she squeaks as I grab her arse and raise my head enough to kiss her lower belly. Where our baby is.

She flails as I ease down the bed and bring her with me.

“Sit on my face, Taylor.”

She chokes as I manage to get her dripping wet slit over my mouth and thrust my tongue into her. A groan rumbles from my chest as the taste of her hits. Salty and sweet. Soaking for me.

“That’s it,” I rasp, and pull her back onto my mouth.

“I can’t!” she protests. “I’ll squash you.”

The very idea is hilarious. As though Taylor could squash anyone, least of all me.

In answer, I get my tongue in greedy ticks over her clit. There’s no slow buildup. I’m too hungry for her to be patient now.

And she gives in, riding my face when I encourage her, taking what she needs.

I gorge on her.

Just like I imagined that first night, in the end I have to flip her onto her back and hold her hips down to make her take orgasm after orgasm, until she has screamed herself hoarse and is liquid beneath me.

And then I rise up, spread her legs, and plunge into heaven.

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TAYLOR

We have sex all night. And after each round, Kon makes me take another pregnancy test. His smile is broader with every positive result.

We’re definitely having a baby.