by Vivien Vale
I change position and move between her legs.
Without invitation or assistance, she spreads them open.
Her pussy is so fucking wet already, I can see the juices drip from her onto the bed.
I swear since she got pregnant, she’s got this fucking glow about her. It’s golden, honey-like.
She even tastes sweeter.
Before I fuck her, I use my fingers to scoop up some of her essence. I smear them over her ass and around her most private hole.
I don’t want to wake the baby, and I certainly don’t want to fucking hurt it either. My massive cock fills every part of June; it’s bound to make contact with the growing little one.
No fucking way am I taking that chance.
But I do want to put my cock inside her. So only one thing to do.
Before I enter her, I lift her upper body up so she’s in a cat-like position. She doesn’t resist.
“Come on, Carter, what are you waiting for?” she urges me and looks over her shoulder. Her eyes are wild. It’s as if she’s even hornier than before.
This pregnancy thing was obviously working for her.
It seems to be playing havoc with me, my emotions, and my fucking ability to think straight. But, heck, June looks on fucking fire.
“Relax, baby, it’s coming,” I assure her and position my pulsing cock at the back of her hole.
I’m not sure if she’s aware of my intention until I actually push into her.
She squeals, a tiny pig-like squeal. And then I’m all the way in her.
Slowly, I pull out and then go back in.
June seems to have no trouble accommodating me. In fact, she’s urging me on.
“Yes, Carter…come…give it to me…pleaseeee,” she yelps.
Without further urging, I start a slow and gentle rhythm. I’m still a little worried about how she’s coping.
When she starts pushing against me with every inward thrust, I know she’s doing just fine. It’s then that I start to increase my rhythm and tempo.
My fingers are digging into her fleshy ass, and I watch her tits bounce from side to side. I’m not sure if it’s just my imagination, but those tits already look bigger.
It’s hard to imagine that in a few months’ time, a little baby will be getting its nourishment out of those delicious breasts of hers.
With each thrust, I feel the fire grow inside of me. The release I always feel after each orgasm isn’t far away. The combination of June’s new glow, fucking her in her hole, and my upset inner balance all lead to one thing: an acceleration of my climax.
All too soon, the fire turns into an explosion until the volcano bubbling away inside of me erupts and my body fills with hot molten lava.
I shoot a massive load into June, and just as I’m finishing, I feel her body quiver and tense before she, too, erupts in her own orgasm.
Together, we collapse onto the black satin sheets.
The coolness of the material against our burning skin is a welcome relief.
“That…amazing…” is all she can manage to say.
Her eyes tell me she’s still riding her wave of pleasure. My fingers stroke her neck and back.
“Feeling okay?” I double check.
Her lips curl into a small smile. “Are you going to ask me that every five minutes?”
I shake my head.
“Good, because you’d drive me insane.”
“Not every five minutes,” I reply and lean toward her for a kiss. “Every five seconds.”
For a while, the world seems perfect.
There’s nothing else but June, the tiny baby, and me.
June
Carter spreads my hair out beneath me, stroking and smiling down at me as our naked bodies lie intertwined.
“How about David?” he asks.
I scrunch my face up, trying to imagine it. David. David…
My hands run down my ribcage to my belly, stroking the flatness of my stomach. I’m already getting used to the idea of growing into my new baby momma figure. There’s a little life inside me, and I can’t wait to feel it get bigger.
But I don’t know that it’s called David.
“Can I tell you something crazy?” I ask, sucking my lower lip between my teeth.
I look up at him, watching the way he watches me. Like I’m his favorite television show, and my face is the first episode of a brand new season.
I kind of love it.
“You can tell me anything, June.” Carter dips his lips to my hair and lays a kiss on the chestnut waves. “I like listening to your voice.”
“I think…it’s a girl,” I confess.
I hold my breath in anticipation of what his response will be to that.
He leaves me hanging at first.
There’s a gleam in his eye that spreads to his lips as he curls them into a fantastically adorable grin.
He’s curious and contemplative of my testament. “You really think so?” His voice is high and squeaky with anticipation.
Glancing back down at my flat belly that will soon swell with life inside of it, I giggle.
“Yeah…I do think so.”
Carter sighs with luxurious contentment and places a warm hand on my stomach. He stretches out his fingers and fondly traces a caressing index finger around my belly button.
“If that’s true, then she’ll be gorgeous—just like her mother.”
I blush and giggle, staring up at him. I pause to hike my hand up behind my head, propping myself up a few inches.
“I’m just saying…” I take his hand in mine and bring it to my lips, where I kiss each of his knuckles. “We need to think of both boy and girl names.”
Carter laughs, a sound that tinkles through the room and tickles my soul. He stretches and crosses his ankles. “Of course, my queen. We can think of little princess names, too.”
How the hell does he always know exactly what to say to make my heart do somersaults with desire inside my chest?
“I think Madelyn is pretty,” I offer.
I gaze dreamily out the window, imagining myself holding a brand new bundle of joy, all wrapped up in warm blankets. I can’t wait to inhale a deep sniff of delicious baby head scent.
“Madelyn.” Carter smiles as he lets the potential name melt on his tongue. “It sounds like a pretty girl’s name.”
“I know.” I grin with satisfaction and adjust my hips.
“How about Carter Jr. for a boy?” He grins wildly down at me, and I giggle.
“You’re kidding, right?”
He shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not.”
“We can think of something more creative. I want our son or daughter to be a unique individual.”
Carter takes my hand and plants a delicate kiss on its surface. “And they shall be, with us as their parents.”
I roll my eyes and toss a pillow at him playfully. “You’re overly confidant, you know that, right?”
He gestures to his face and body, elements that deliver a dream package to any girl. “When you look this good, you can get away with it.”
I laugh and roll over to lie on top of him and feel his cock hardening once again under my naked pussy.
There’s a moment where we gaze into each other’s eyes, full of sexual bliss and chemistry that makes the breath suspend in my lungs.
“You’re a handsome devil,” I whisper while keeping my eyes locked on his.
Just before I lean in to press my lips to his in a spark-igniting kiss, his phone starts ringing.
Begrudgingly, Carter groans and gently picks me up by my hips. He swivels me to a sitting position on the bed next to him.
He retrieves his phone from the bedside table and squints his eyes to inspect who the call is coming from.
“Shit, it’s Lawrence.”
I watch the features of Carter’s face shift and contort from one crazy emotion to the next as he draws the phone to his ear and cautiously expels the world ‘Hello?’ to his twin waiting on the other end of the l
ine.
I hear Lawrence’s gruff voice spewing from the speaker, but the words are too muffled for me to understand.
Staring with curiosity and a racing heart, I wait and watch as Carter nods, says ‘uh-huh’, and ‘yeah’ a few times.
After he hangs up from his brother, I gulp and take a deep breath, sitting up straight. Planting a fake smile on my face, I inquire about the phone call.
“What was that about?” I don’t want to sound presumptuous, thinking that his conversation was even remotely my business, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I ask anyway.
Carter runs a hand through his hair and scratches the back of his neck after heaving a dramatic sigh.
“Well…he, uh…” he trails off and gives me a sheepish smile. “He wants me to meet him at our favorite bar.”
“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow in surprise. “Right now?”
“It sounds urgent,” Carter’s eyes flash with something unrecognizable, almost panic.
“Okay.”
I lean back against the pillows and size him up, investigating his movements as he hastily jumps from the bed and walks over to his dresser to pull out a clean pair of boxer shorts.
Carter spins back around after climbing into his boxers and stares at me for a brief moment or two.
Then, he takes a few bountiful strides to stand next to me on the bed, where he plants his feet assertively on the floor.
His facial features are blend of contemplation and defiance. Finally, he hangs his head and sags his shoulders, a side of Carter that I’m not used to seeing.
“Maybe I shouldn’t go.”
His voice is hushed and soft, almost as if he’s trying to get me to talk him out of it—but I won’t.
“No.” I sit up sharply and slide the crisp white sheets over my chest. “You need to go.”
Carter glances up at me, searching my face for answers I’m not sure I can provide.
“You think it’s a good idea?”
“Absolutely.” I nod adamantly for effect.
“He sounds urgent,” Carter offers.
“That’s why you should go.” I give him a lecturing stare.
Carter begins pacing the room fretfully. “I shouldn’t leave you.”
I scoff and laugh, but the noise comes out as more of a snort than anything else.
“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself for a few hours while you’re gone.”
He gazes at me fondly. “You’re so trusting.”
“Are you thinking about picking up some hookers on the way to the bar or something?” I tease.
“No, but…” Carter trails off, chuckling.
“Then I shouldn’t have anything to worry about.”
I walk over to him, floating across the room to wrap my arms around him while his back is turned to me.
I’m still naked, and I press my breasts against his bare back. I know he can feel my nipples poking into his skin.
I’m also fully aware of the fact that it’s turning him on, because of the huge tent is peaking at attention underneath his boxer shorts.
“Family means a lot to me.” I whisper the words in his ear, trying to distract him and coax him into going to meet Lawrence.
Carter chuckles with a cynical undertone, as if he’s not sure he believes me.
“I know how much Lawrence means to you,” I remind him and begin to stroke his back with my fingertips.
I smile, relishing with delight in the way his skin responds with chill bumps that prickle just above the surface.
I rub my hands over the perfect carvings of his muscular body, and he moans softly in response.
He feels amazing to the touch, and I can’t believe his seed is inside of me, growing into a beautiful human being.
“Carter?” I ask and stop stroking his body, because he hasn’t said anything in a long while.
“I’m just…enjoying the rub,” he laughs.
“Are you going to go?”
My question clings to the air like a dense fog in the night. I know it’s not my place to persuade Carter one way or another, but deep down, I know he understands the importance of family, especially when it comes to his brother.
“I’m going to go.”
I sigh with relief as Carter rushes around the room, scrambling to get dressed in a flustered hurry.
He places a Rolex watch on his wrist and throws on a collared, button-down Ralph Lauren shirt.
Buttoning it, he walks over to me and juts his lips out to extend a kiss my way. The kiss makes me feel warm and fuzzy, and I melt into his arms.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press him closer to me, but I know he has to go soon. Panting, I push him away. “You’ll be back soon, and we can pick back up right where we left off.”
Carter gives me a lustful gaze, and the flame in my heart grows to an enormous size.
“I’ll see you later,” he says and blows me another kiss when he gets to the door.
I wave goodbye and catch his kiss, pressing it to my chest to seal it into my heart. I only hope everything is going to be okay between Carter and Lawrence, because I never want to see Carter hurting in any way.
Carter
The metal peephole in the door scrapes open after I deliver the obligatory secret knock: one long, two short, two long.
“Password?” The bouncer’s husky voice is muffled from behind the door.
“Blitzkrieg,” I say tiredly. I’m actually still a bit in disbelief—but I think June might have actually worn me out, the insatiable little minx.
June. I should be there with her right now, ordering us something healthy for dinner, or kissing her stomach, or rubbing her feet, or just showing her how incredible she is and how much she means to me.
Just there fucking taking care of her, making sure every single want and need of hers is covered.
Truth be told, I don’t know what exactly a pregnant woman needs at this point, apart from love and support. But the new life that I’ve planted within her has me feeling like a new man—a better man.
Protective. Primal.
But first, I need to deal with my asshole of a brother, get him to rehab, and then get back home to my wife.
Um, girlfriend, I mean…or whatever June is to me at this point.
The point is, this is the last place in the world I want to be.
The things I do out of brotherly love.
It takes my eyes a while to adjust to the dim lighting. I can’t believe I used to frequent this place. Boy, it seems so long ago.
An entire lifetime, in fact.
Is this another facet of approaching fatherhood? Sudden insights into life?
I’m not sure how I feel about that—so much instant wisdom could be difficult to process.
Perhaps I need to really fucking study this pregnancy shit like I never have before.
With the career I’ve had, I’ve gotten to know a few things, but I’m realizing just how few those things are.
A redhead appears next to me. She starts getting really close.
“Well, hello there, Adonis. You look a bit lonely,” she purrs into my ear.
This place was bad enough before this woman started whispering and seemingly trying to blind me with a thick cloud of cheap perfume.
She’s wearing a little black dress so short, not much is left to the imagination. There are strategic holes in the material, and upon closer inspection, I think she’s barely covered in anything at all.
“Not tonight,” I shift my bar stool away from her.
She sticks to me like she’s made out of goddamn rubber cement.
“Look, lady,” I turn to her, trying to keep as much distance as possible between us. “I’m not here to put my cock into some pussy. I’ve got...”
Fuck it, I can’t go on.
For starters, I don’t want to blab about June’s pregnancy, and second, in that very moment, I spot Lawrence.
He’s sitting by the bar—but he’s not alone.
My heart
drops down to my feet.
It can’t be her.
Can it?
I mean, why would she be here?
I barely notice the redhead leave. As though I’m in a trance, I make my way over to Lawrence and his companion.
She’s wearing a tight, cherry red dress. When I say tight, I mean it looks about two sizes too small. It’s also so short you can just about see her slip.
Being strapless, her tits are almost completely hanging out as well. All in all, the entire picture is cheap and nasty.
But as I draw closer, it looks like her face is desperately trying to transmit superiority, and class.
“Ah, there you are, brother dear,” Lawrence slurs his words ever so slightly.
The five o’clock shadow look on his face has turned into the ten o’clock look. Even in this light, I can tell his eyes are bloodshot.
My hands are by my side. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself. This shit’s putting me on edge even more than I fucking am already.
“I believe you’ve met my companion before.”
Dramatically, he points to the woman beside him.
At the sight of her so close, my whole body tenses. All my muscles contract, ready to pounce into action. But the only action I’d feel somewhat okay about doing right now is sprinting away from this fucking hellhole.
“Chantal,” I mumble and make sure my hands stay buried deep within my pockets.
“How good to see you, Carter,” she smiles brightly at me.
I don’t return the smile. I glower at both of them.
Her blonde hair does not look as well styled as it has in the past. In fact, it looks as if she’s not washed it in a few days. It looks kind of frizzy, which could be the way she meant to style it, or because she hasn’t brushed it in a couple of days.
By now, I’m kicking myself for having agreed to come here. It’s obvious Lawrence set me up. Calling me on a pretense to come here and rescue him, only to find him here with my ex-girlfriend.
Had she even been my girlfriend?
Emotions swirl through me like a fucking tornado.
June. Think of June, I remind myself. Think of June and of your unborn son or daughter.
The thoughts give me a little comfort.
“I wanted you to be the first to share in my new—sorry, our news.” Lawrence interrupts my thoughts.