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“Please fuck my pussy hard with your beautiful cock,” I beg. “Please stop torturing me. I want to feel you cum deep inside of me.”

He shoves it back in, fucking me so hard that I can feel the entire bed shake under our fit of passion. I am still not accustomed to having it this good. My body feels incredible everywhere as the intensity mounts in my pussy.

I manage to finishagainwhile he rides me at the edge of the bed. He knows I’ve climaxed, and he isn’t going to give me any time to recover before the next one.

He pulls out and gets on the bed. He tosses his shirt off, now fully naked like me. He keeps flexing his muscles, clearly trying to look as strong as he possibly could. He lay down where I’ve laid before him, and he holds onto his cock, keeping it steady, hard and up.

Since he is temporarily relinquishing control, I decide to give him something he isn’t expecting. I get on top of him, and I turn my back to him, facing the other way. I grind my ass onto his firm dick, making him laugh from the ecstasy. He spanks my ass hard, grabbing hold of each cheek as I tease his rod.

Then, I slide down his shaft and begin to ride him reverse cowgirl. We are both moaning like crazy, and we both love the ride. I don’t know it at the time, but he is experiencing his first reverse cowgirl position. Others have told me I am quite good, and that appears to still be true, based on the look on his face and how many times he spanks me as I sway. He keeps at least one hand on my ass, and I keep both of my hands down on his legs for balance. He pulls my hair, tugging especially hard when I am going at a speed that he particularly wants.

I’m not even sure when exactly it happens for me, but I know when it happens for him. He grabs onto my ass, squeezes harder than I’ve ever felt him squeeze, and he thrusts upward into me, poking my center aggressively and sending forth a burst of his hot cream. When we have both orgasmed, we remain attached for some time—I have slumped over with my head on his knees, exhausted; and his hands remain clasped to my ass, massaging it and admiring it.

Once we find the strength to disconnect, I roll over and stay splayed on top of the covers. Just as we pass out together, I can feel him affectionately rubbing my back. I can’t wait to see what happens in his bed next.

30

Mason

Iwake up with my arms around Jillian, unable to remember when exactly during the night I started holding her. She is still sound asleep, with her blond hair covering much of her pretty face. I wonder if she is dreaming, and if so, what about? I love the way the early morning sunlight hits her sweet, smooth skin. I love how easily she fits in my arms and how it doesn’t feel strange. I don’t even like cuddling, but for some reason, I really enjoy cuddling her. It feels right holding her close.

I could get used to this, I think to myself.

Instantly, I realize what an odd thought that is. It’s already odd to me how I’m still not freaking out about the pregnancy; to feel such romance for Jillian feels bizarre to me. It scares me, even. I’ve never thought that way that fast aboutanygirl. Even Brittany, who I thought I would end up marrying, took some time before I had thoughts like that. I become even more scared when I realize that if my brain is telling me things like that, my heart will surely terrify me if I listen to it.

I’m not really sure what to do about it. She is pregnant. I do know that. As I run my hands down to her belly, I can’t help but wonder what the baby looks like. I know that early, it will obviously not even look like a human baby, but I want to watch my seed grow. I wonder what gender the baby is, and what she—we, if I am lucky—will name it if she chooses to raise the baby herself.

Those questions and more run through my head all day. To start the day, I decide to make us breakfast. I have eggs that are going to expire soon, so I decide to use them all up and make splendid omelets. I get out an assortment of fresh fruits for her to choose from, and I warm up some biscuits to go with it. I am hungry after a night of intense lovemaking. I feel bad not having coffee to offer since I don’t drink it, but I assume she will be fine with juice.

Everything is nearly finished when I finally hear movement coming from the bedroom. I don’t want to rush her, but I don’t want her to miss out on hot, fresh food. I consider calling out to her, but I decide to wait and see if she emerges on her own.

It has taken longer than I expect, and I’ve gone ahead without her, but she did eventually appear in the kitchen ready to eat. She is wearing my shirt and no pants.

“Morning,” she says. “Aww, did you make me breakfast?”

“I did, and I didn’t mean to start without you, but I am starving!”

“That’s okay!” she assures me, pouring herself a glass of orange juice. “I’m gonna have me two of those biscuits.”

We eat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the food and savoring the flavors. I am also savoring the image of her wearing one of my shirts with nothing else.

“So, I am talking to some of my friends who’ve had kids,” Jillian begins. “They’re also a little bigger than the average woman. I am reading up on this too and found out I might not show for at leastsix months.”

“Well, that’s good!” I say. “You won’t have to immediately run out and buy a bunch of new clothes that’ll fit.”

“And I might be able to get away with hiding the pregnancy for a while, after all,” she reasons. “I won’t get fired or have to quit. By the time I start showing, I’ll have worked for six months and saved up, so I should be good.”

After I clean off my plate, I look over at her and watch her dabbling with her food, slowing down before her omelet is gone with plenty of uneaten fruit sitting there waiting to be consumed.

“How are you feeling this morning?” I ask.

“I’m okay. Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering. And you haven’t eaten much since you sat down. I thought maybe you weren’t feeling great and might not have an appetite.”

“Well, I don’t have an appetite to tell you the truth,” she confirms. “The food is terrific. I’m just having a hard time keeping anything down at the moment.”

“How so?”