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Gabby

“King,” I whimpered.

We’re on the bed. King had moved a huge ass mirror in there and leaned it up against the wall.

He did all of this while I was in the shower.

I have no idea where he got the floor-length mirror.

I have a feeling he went back to the home goods store without me—which is seriously uncool.

I love that store. I understand it, though.

I’ve been having some aches and pains. It’s not contractions, but it is seriously uncomfortable.

There are days I feel like I can’t breathe.

My delivery date is a few weeks out and my doctor tells me that first pregnancies tend to go past the due date.

With every day that passes, I get anxious—not to mention seriously tired of being so freaking huge.

I’m starting to feel like my stomach is going to explode at any moment.

I made the mistake—or maybe ingenious idea—of telling King how fat and disgusting I felt.

His solution was to make love to me in front of a mirror.

At first, it freaked me out. I can’t lie.

Still, King is King. He took me out of my mind to the point all I could do was enjoy the pleasure that he gave me. And that man knows how to work my body.

Now, King’s sitting on the bed facing the mirror.

I’m sitting on him, my back to his front, his cock buried deep inside of me, my hips rocking just enough to feel his cock flex inside of me.

King has one hand on my hip, his fingers biting into my skin in a way that I love.

His other hand is currently over mine and buried between my legs as our fingers slide against my clit, working me.

“My woman is so fucking spectacular,” he groans against my ear, his teeth biting into the lobe. Shivers of pleasure slide through my body, somehow making my skin feel even more alive.

“Baby, I’m getting close,” I gasp.

“From top,” he breathes, placing a kiss on my neck, “to toe. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“King, I’m going to blow,” I warn, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears.

“No, you won’t. You’re my good girl. You’re going to hold on for me, Gabriella. Right?”

Gabriella. God, I love it when he uses my full name.

He makes it sound like a vow—maybe even a prayer.

I can hear his love in that one word. I haven’t told him, I don’t really know how to, but when he says my name like that, any doubt I have fades away.

Never in my life have I had that. I completely trust King.

That trust is absolute and after being hurt by Dom, hurting myself, being raped, and then cut to pieces by my father, it’s a feeling I never thought I’d experience.

“I’m your…” I have to stop talking to suck in air because his hand moves from my hip up to my breast.

“Fucking love your breasts, Sunshine. They’re so fucking perfect. It sucks, but I’m going to envy of our kid when he gets to suck on these pretty nipples anytime she or he wants, and I have to wait until night when I get my woman in our bed.”

Our kid. My woman. Our bed.

Those words clang back and forth in my head, leaving nothing but cleanliness in their path.

Nothing but happiness. This is a feeling I haven’t felt since Dom took my heart and stomped on it while giving Mony what should have been mine forever.

Now, I feel it in a way that it has seeped into the very bones of me.

“I’m your good girl,” I finally answer him, because I know he likes that. I can’t stop myself from going further though. “I love you, King.”

His body goes still for a minute and then he turns and moves me, so my upper body tilts just enough to allow him to lean around and suck my nipple into his mouth.

He draws from it, and I can feel some of my milk release.

I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. King loves it and I fucking love that he does.

While he sucks and tortures my nipple, our joined hands move faster over my clit.

He presses up inside me, his cock giving me what I need as I take it and increase the speed of what has been a gentle ride.

King’s free hand is stretched out over my stomach, almost as if he’s keeping jellybean safe. His mouth works my breast and his fingers work with mine to take me where I need to go. It’s all too much.

“Come for me, Gabriella,” he growls against my breast. “Come for me now.” It’s an order and my body immediately begins to comply.

My movements become hurried and scattered.

I can feel my orgasm building and I want it.

God, I want it. He grinds our fingers against my clit, working me until I know I’m going to lose it.

“Baby,” I cry, riding him now, my body lifting and slamming down on him like I’m on autopilot.

I lose his lips on my breast, but his hand moves up to hold it and work my nipple.

His body meets my thrusts and somehow, we work and fit together like we were made to from the beginning of time.

I feel that in my bones. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” I cry.

“Take us there, Gabriella. Fuck me and take my cum. Take it,” he growls in a way that tells me he’s just as close.

His words push me over the edge. I let out a scream that if I had close neighbors would probably scare them to death.

I can’t stop it, though. My orgasm is so intense, so utterly and perfectly perfect that the scream I let loose is the only thing I could use to express how much pleasure my man is giving me.

I know King feels the same way though, because he lets out a loud growl.

“Fuck, woman. You’re mine!” His body quakes beneath me, his hand bites into my hip as he thrusts up and his cum continues to push inside me in a way that it’s almost as powerful as the strokes of King’s cock. Almost.

“Gabby!” I turn to face the bedroom door that slams against the wall, and standing there looking scared to death is … my father .

Oh my God!