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Vinny text to say he was on his way home and I should be in our bedroom naked and waiting for him like a good little pet.

My stomach touches the carpet as I bow on the floor.

At eight months pregnant, I’m not sure how it happened after Vinny had a doctor administer birth control.

But we’re both happy, and better yet, he hasn’t been able to leave me alone.

He’s obsessed with my bump, loving nothing more than to lotion it up and kiss and caress it while he drinks my milk.

“Such a good little pet for Daddy.” The click of the bathroom door tells me he showered before stepping into the bedroom. Something he does often when returning from seeing his sons.

Although Vinny would never admit it to me, I’m sure he hasn’t fully stepped away from the Mafia, but do they ever? All I care about is him coming home every night and waking up to him every morning. Preferably with my lips around his cock while he soothes me with methodical strokes of my hair.

The mattress dips when he takes a seat. “Come.” He pats his lap, and I crawl over to him, then he helps me up from the floor.

His calloused hand brings my nipple to his mouth, and he sucks hard, stealing the air from my lungs.

“Hmm,” he grunts, and slickness gathers between my thighs.

“All swollen and full for Daddy.” He detaches, and a stream of milk spills out of the corner of his mouth.

“Have you been saving your milk up for me, Little Pet?”

“Yes,” I pant. Bonnie has stopped breastfeeding, so now it’s all for Vinny, much to his delight.

“Good girl, spin and face the mirror.” He helps me turn on his lap, then positions me so my legs are straddling his, opening me up to the mirror.

“Oh, god.” I moan as he swipes his fingers over my slick folds, causing my back to arch.

“Spray your milk on my fingers,” he growls while kissing up my neck, sending a flurry of goose bumps over me.

Pinching my nipple, I coat his fingers in my warm milk, then he moves them between my legs and slides one finger then the other inside my ass, scissoring them when he pushes past my tightness. “Good Little Pet, opening her ass up to Daddy and his thick cock.”

I throw my head back on his shoulder when he positions the tip of his cock at my entrance.

“Watch Daddy stretch you wide,” he breathes into my ear.

“Watch Daddy push inside your tiny ass, Little Pet.” My eyes latch on to the action in the mirror.

The stretch of his cock against my tight muscle is full of pain coupled with pleasure.

His free hand moves to thrum my clit, and I push down on his thickness with each stroke of my swollen bud.

He hisses through his teeth, then, as if unable to help himself, he bites into my skin, and I cry out before slamming myself down, taking him all inside me.

He moves his hands to rove over my protruding stomach.

“You did so well making a baby for Daddy,” he grunts, and I dig my fingernails into his thighs to push up and down on him, fucking him with vigor while he switches between caressing my bump and toying with my milky nipples.

The sight in the mirror is erotic, full of splendor, admiration, and love.

It’s a beautiful torment.

It’s home.

THE END