Kiara
When the night ends, we return to the penthouse. By the end of the week, we'll move everything out into our new home, and this place will become nothing more than a beautiful memory.
As we settle into bed, Trey wraps his arms around me from behind, pressing me close against his chest. His hand finds its familiar place resting gently across my stomach, a nightly ritual since I shared the news of my pregnancy.
"Is it hard?" I ask quietly.
"What?" his voice resounds behind me.
"Knowing that you're about to give up your bachelor pad," I respond, my voice tinged with curiosity.
He chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling my neck. "Not at all. Thinking about our future made it so damn easy. Even if you told me right now to sell my restaurant and that we're moving across the country or some shit, I'd just start packing."
My eyes widen. "Really?"
"Absolutely," he replies with unwavering sincerity. "As I've stated before...you, future Mrs. Thompson, are my home. I'd do anything for you and our little girl."
Mrs. Thompson. I love the sound of that.
A coy smile pulls at my lips as I turn around and climb on top of him. "Fuck me, then, Mr. Thompson."
A low sound rumbles up his chest, and Trey gently flips us over. Hovering above me, careful not to press on my stomach, he yanks up my shirt. Smirking at the fact that I'm not wearing any panties, his fingers push past my wet folds.
"Fuck, I love pregnant pussy," he groans, "you're like a twenty-four seven slip-n-slide." He slides the two digits in and out of me, watching my face as he wrings pleasure from my body. "That's it, Cupcake. I want you to come on my fingers before you come on my cock."
I arch my back, holding onto his wrist, each thrust sending me closer to the edge. He works my pussy until my body tightens, and with a strangled cry, liquid shoots from deep inside me.
With his face dripping with my juices, a mix of amusement and lust crosses his features. "Fuck, you just squirted. Such a good girl," he rasps, licking his lips.
He doesn't make a single effort to wipe it off as he grabs my thigh and yanks me closer to him. Lining his dick with my entrance, he drives into me with one thrust. His touch is gentle, treating me as if I'm breakable as he grasps both of my thighs and hooks them around his waist.
He moves slowly and I don't know if it's just to tease me, or he really thinks I'm made of fragile glass tonight.
"Harder," I demand through gritted teeth. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't handle what he gives me. Well, as long as he's not putting anything in my mouth...then, I'd probably throw up on him.
He studies my face for a beat, his eyes darkening as he gazes at me. Without warning, he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty. I watch while he moves a pillow to the center of the bed. "On your hands and knees."
I feign a pout at the command. "But I want to make the demands tonight." He smacks my ass as I move into position, causing me to giggle, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Chef."
Trey's fingers softly graze over my skin, making me shiver in anticipation as he trails all the way from the nape of my neck to my pussy. Then, I feel him spit on my asshole, and I moan as I feel it drip down. He hums as if he's contemplating something. "Are you sure you can handle me fucking you hard tonight, Cupcake?"
Always.
"Yes, Sir," I whimper needily.
He smacks my ass again. "What? I didn't hear you."
"Yes, Sir!" I say louder. Hoping it makes him lose control, I wiggle my ass for him. Obviously it works because he grips my hips and impales me with his cock. He grabs my ponytail tightly, using it as a reign as he pounds into me.
"H-Holy...holy...s-shitttt," I stammer, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he demolishes my pussy. There's something about pregnancy that makes sex so much more amazing. I don't know if it's because I'm literally always wet, or the idea that Trey has put a baby inside me makes him lose his goddamn mind.
Either way, I've been making it my mission to drag him to the bedroom every time he's home and I'm not feeling like shit. He fucks and fills me sometimes up to four times a day.
Thankfully, I have a man that loves taking on challenges.
"Such a good girl letting me fuck you hard while your belly is swollen with our child," Trey purrs. Digging his fingers into my hips, he widens his stance so he can fuck me even harder. I glance over my shoulder, taking in his intense gaze and the rhythmic flexing of his muscles as our bodies collide over and over again.
"Fuck, Cupcake. You're so damn wet...so tight. I'm going to come," he growls.
A delicious shiver courses up my spine at the thought of him cream-pieing me once again. "Yes, Trey! Please fill my pussy with your cum, It's all yours!" I plead, moaning and mewling with each erratic motion of his hips.
Our bodies begin to tense together, and with two more hard thrusts, I shatter around him. With a deep groan that makes my pussy spasm even harder, he fills me until his seed is spilling out. After ensuring every drop has been milked out of him, he places a tender kiss on my shoulder and lays beside me.
As I rest on his chest, stroking lazy circles on his skin, I gaze up at him with a smile. "It's crazy how obsessed I am with you," I murmur in a breathless whisper.
He chuckles warmly. "I know. I've always been afraid of becoming addicted to drugs or alcohol, but you've become my addiction that I'll never be able to live without."
My heart swells. "I love you so fucking much, Trey," I say through fresh tears.
With these baby hormones, he can't say sweet shit like that and expect me not to ball my eyes out.
He returns my smile, his eyes softening with affection as he kisses my forehead. "I love you more, Kiara."
Even though I've essentially claimed him as mine in every way possible, I still can't shake the feeling of disbelief that someone as amazing as him chose me. When we first met at the bar, we were both trying to survive our own personal shitshows. I can't imagine where'd I be right now if I hadn't agreed to that one night stand with him.
It's funny how life can take a complete turn when you take a chance and do something you never thought of doing before.
Now, I have my own family, even an extended one that surpasses the one I was born into. And I have the most incredible man anyone could ask for. He'd move fucking mountains for me...even rearrange every aspect of his life to accommodate mine.
I know I should be exhausted, but with my heart nearly exploding from the love I feel for him and the sight of his naked, sweaty body, my already swollen clit begins to throb with need.
I'll never get enough of him.
I climb back on top, straddling his waist. He raises an eyebrow, lust swirling in his eyes. "Again?"
I grin. "Again."