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Ryker

“God, this is so good,” Stassie moans, stabbing her fork into the bowl of pasta and shoving another bite in her mouth.

I adjust my hard dick in my pants. I don’t know if it’s a pregnancy thing or what, but the noises she makes while eating the food I make her is turning me on beyond belief.

“Well, there’s plenty more if you want it.”

Stassie rolls her eyes and I bite back the laugh. I know she hates how much I push her to eat, but with reactions like this, I’m not stopping anytime soon. And as much as she mumbles and grumbles about my consistent hovering, I think she likes it more than she lets on.

My phone rings and I glance down at Mary’s caller ID with dread as Stassie’s face falls.

I debate answering it, but Stassie pushes it toward me.

“Hey.”

Mary sighs. “Hey. I don’t have much time, and sorry we keep missing each other at night, but I wanted to call and check in.”

Stassie pushes her food around her plate, and I lean back in my chair.

“No worries. I know you’ve been busy,” I say, leaving off the like always. This is nothing new. Mary and I could go days without speaking or seeing each other. It never really bothered me until recently, but now it’s Stassie’s presence that I can’t seem to get enough of.

“So busy. It’s different out here. I like it,” she says whimsically.

“Yeah, that’s good.”

Stassie stands, cleaning her plate off and placing her dish in the sink.

“Yeah, anyway. That’s kind of why I’m calling. I have my return date. The contract ends next month and I’ll probably have a flight back the next day.”

I clear my throat. “Oh wow. Time has just flown by. Send me all the details when you have a chance.”

Mary hums. “Oh, break ending. I got to go. Love you, tell Stassie the same!”

She hangs up before I can respond and I’m thankful for once because I didn’t necessarily want to say it back to her, at least not in front of Stassie.

“She’s coming home soon?”

I nod. “Next month.”

She nods, biting down on her lip. I stand from the table and walk over to her, cradling her hips.

“Want to cuddle on the couch or bed?” I ask with a grin, seeing the needy expression on her face. It also gives us both the opportunity to not address the elephant in the room.

Her cheeks blush. “Actually, I was wondering if we could try something new. It might help with my clinginess.”

“I don’t mind it.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure, but it doesn’t allow you to get much done.”

I chuckle. “Okay, what do you want to try?”

“Naked cuddling. Just hold me naked.”

My eyebrows raise. “Stassie, not to state the obvious, but we already do that.”

Her bottom lip pouts out. “No, this is different. That’s after we’ve fucked, and it’s just all different, okay?”

Holding up my hands in surrender, I wave to the couch. “Here or the bed?”

“Here, then we can watch some TV.”

Our eyes don’t leave each other as we strip out of our clothes, a strange intimacy at watching in the middle of the day in the open inside of the apartment. I move to the couch and sit down in the center. Stassie moves over me, and I startle in surprise when she straddles my lap.

She snuggles into my chest, and I sigh, wrapping my arms around her. Maybe she’s onto something because the feel of her warm skin on mine is soothing—if we ignore my hard cock that her hot pussy is resting against.

“Thank you for doing this. I was reading somewhere that sometimes pregnant women are attracted to the scent of their partner. Probably to promote bonding. Lately, I’ve been wishing I could crawl into your skin,” she says.

I laugh, rubbing at her sides. “I guess it makes sense. You’re growing a piece of both of us. And if I’m going to be honest, I don’t mind. I like holding you.” It’s a reluctant confession, but she relaxes further in my arms. She’s more comfortable with the sex stuff, but anything to do with emotions or our relationship, she pulls away.

Stassie hums. “I like you holding me too.”

We rest like this for a while, my head resting against the back of the couch as I stare up at the ceiling. My cock is so hard, it's nearly painful. Stassie falls asleep and every so often she wiggles, rubbing her tight ass and wet pussy against me. It’s driving me wild, making me desperate to come.

I battle with the urge to adjust her, slip my cock inside her, and just gently fuck her while she sleeps. But it’s a little too close to what happened that got us in this situation, and I don’t want to open old wounds. I doubt Stassie would mind, considering she jumps on me any chance she gets. With a groan, I try to think about anything but the beautiful pregnant woman in my arms.

She wiggles after a while, rubbing her pussy against me even more. But I can feel her wet flesh on my skin, and I blow out a breath.

“Don’t move,” I grit out, my fingers flexing on her hips.

I know she can feel my hard dick poking her.

She whimpers. “I need to pee though.”

Shaking my head, I keep her in place. “I’m two seconds from coming all over both of us, just wait real fast.”

“I’m not joking, Ryker. I’m going to pee myself!”

“Do it then. I don’t give a fuck, just?—”

Stassie rocks her hips against my cock, my sensitive tip bumping into her clit. She gasps and then I grunt at the gush of hot liquid pouring over my lap. I come without another thought, my cum spraying all over her pussy as she drenches me. My vision dots with black and my lungs struggle to maintain air as I come harder than I’ve ever come before. It’s like my balls are being squeezed tight, and I’m erupting all over her like a volcano.

“Oh my god, oh my god, ” Stassie pants.

Our gazes catch as my breathing starts to mellow and I laugh, carefully lifting her and setting her on her feet in front of me. I glance around the soaked cushions with a grimace.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” I tell her.

Her eyes are wide, taking in the mess we made in the middle of the living room, but she nods.

We shower separately and I cover the couch in towels, banishing Archibald to my room so he doesn’t step in it.

“What are we going to do?” she asks.

I sigh, scratching the back of my neck. “Clean it? Or just buy a new one.”

“We probably should have thought that one through.”

Rolling my eyes, I pull her into my side. “I wasn’t really thinking about much other than I wanted it. Don’t worry, it will be fine.”

She looks up at me. “Was it different this time than in the shower?”

I kiss her mouth, plunging my tongue in as I explore her back with my hands and down to her ass. “Yeah, I loved it. I don’t know why, but something about it made me come so hard my cock aches a bit.”

Stassie laughs. “Next time we’ll keep it in the shower.”

A smile stretches on my lips. “Next time already, huh? So you didn’t mind it either?”

She shrugs, a teasing smirk on her face. “I like how much you like it. I pissed on you, now you’re mine.”

My heart swells, and I know there isn’t going to be a time where I don’t want the woman standing in front of me in my arms.