by Rye Hart
She giggled, but then she gave me a sideways look. “What if we tried and it was another girl?”
“I’d love to have another daughter. Then we could always try again later for a boy.” I was serious. I wanted a big family with Sarah. I wanted to hold her in my arms and feel the swell of her belly and see her features round out with a gorgeous glow. My cock stiffened thinking about it and I ground myself into her. Her eyes widened and she cupped my face and then kissed me.
“I’m not getting any younger. If this one isn’t a boy, I’m not sure I’ll want to try again.” She paused as if she’d said too much and then it was my eyes widening.
“If this one? Does that mean you’re going to let me try and get you pregnant?”
“As if you haven’t been trying.” She blushed and I smiled knowing I had been a bit more free about where I spilled my seed, and just like that I had the aching desire to unload a heavy stream into her tight channel that very moment.
“It wants to try now.” I glanced down at my hard length bulging in my jeans. It twitched as if begging to get at her.
“I don’t think it’s going to have any success.” She nipped at my nose and stroked me through my jeans.
“You’re a tease. If you’re going to give him a handshake you’ll have to take him home.” She wasn’t going anywhere now. And for some reason she laughed.
I kissed her so she’d stop and that’s when she put a hand at my chest to stop me. “Close your eyes.”
I gave her a glare and then popped my lids shut tight.
I felt her move in front of me and then after some shuffling she said Okay.
I opened my eyes not prepared for what I was seeing. In her hand was one of those little plastic wands women peed on to see if they were pregnant.
My heart hammered in my chest as I snatched it from her hand and read the results. A pink plus sign shone on the little stick, one more clear than the other, but it was most definitely positive. But just to make sure this wasn’t a joke, I had to get her to clarify. “Does that mean you are? Already?”
She nodded proudly, but I felt myself go weak in the knees. I collapsed forward, holding Sarah, or was she holding me? I don’t know but it was the most awesome day of my life and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have such a wonderful person in my life. I flattened my palm on her belly and it was already tight with her womb preparing for my little one.
“I haven’t told anyone else. But I thought maybe you’d want to tell them today?”
I considered taking her hand and running downstairs to tell everyone the good news, but instead decided it was the perfect time to have her all to myself.
Bonus Chapter – Sarah
Hunter’s face was priceless as he read the test. I had wanted to wait for a special moment to tell him, but knowing the others were there, it seemed like as good a time as any. However, I knew I wanted his first reaction all to myself. It was an intimate moment I’d dreamt about since we’d started talking about babies. I had protested at first, unsure he’d be happy with anything other than a boy. He stood there with his eyes filling with tears, his hand on my tummy which was already causing my pants to be tight.
“I’m so happy. I don’t want to go down and tell anyone yet. I want to enjoy you for myself for a little while.” He captured my lips and kissed me deep with an urgency that had me panting when he broke away. “Is it weird that I’m so turned on by getting you pregnant?”
“It turns me on too. I’m proud to give you a child. Boy or girl.” His eyes flashed with his grin and he leaned down and lifted up my shirt, kissing my tummy and brushing my tight, aching nipples. I moaned out and stilled his hands. “Those are a bit sensitive.”
“Then I’ll be careful with you.” He scooped me up and carried me to the bed and placed me gently upon it. He stretched out beside me his hand caressing every part of me, but especially my tummy. Then he dipped down and kissed me there and then rubbed his hand across my sex.
I was so wound up by the time he slipped off my pants that I practically tackled him, laying him back to shrug his pants down so I could get to him. I stroked his proud cock which stood at attention just for me and then I twisted his balls in my grip just the way he liked it, nice and soft. But I didn’t have to be careful with him and I wasn’t going to break myself, despite his notions.
I lowered my head, taking him into my mouth, just the tip at first, teasing and licking, nursing his slit where I could taste a nice hint of salt. I licked my way down his shaft, grazing my teeth along it until he hissed out a breath through his teeth and moaned.
I sucked his sac, pulling his tight nut into my mouth and giving it a tug, then I did the other in the same manner before releasing them to hang heavy. I stroked his shaft as I put my mouth to work on his throbbing hot cock. The heat it radiated warmed my lips and I sucked and pulled, milking his hot nectar. He twitched and a nice taste of pre cum splashed in my mouth, but I pulled back knowing he wasn’t ready. I swallowed what he’d given and then took him back in relaxing my throat enough to swallow his thick shaft. In an overambitious moment, I brought his head so far back my tummy tightened and I gagged a little, which pulled another splash of his nectar forth. I gulped it down as the ache in my core pulsed.
I needed him inside me. I crawled up to my knees and straddled him, my dripping core ready above him, and I took him into my hands and stroked him, aiming for my center where the ache was building with each passing second.
Even though he had always been a tight fit, I’d gotten so familiar with his cock and its capabilities that I wasted no time inching it in. I sat right on it with confidence as it spread me to my limits and my pulsing walls gripped him, milking more of his delicious seed as I rode him nice and steady.
He angled his hips upward and I leaned back, letting his length rub against my tender spot and as it built for my release, that sweet ease that I craved, I kept riding relentlessly until I got what I needed.
I ground against him, his base splitting me even further, and the sweet pulses of pleasure fell upon me causing me to collapse against his chest. I kept him deep, the pleasure too great to pull away now, and then my orgasm came, taking the last of my energy with it. I stopped all movement and Hunter picked me up and before I knew it I was on my back and he pumped into me, multiplying my pleasure tenfold as he hiked up my legs and thrust wildly. He ground his hips against mine, his tight ass tensing and releasing as he did, and I held onto him afraid that if I didn’t I’d fall apart.
I had a long road ahead with the pregnancy, and it was already zapping my energy, but increasing my pleasure. My breasts ached, but he suckled them gently and massaged them which brought a heat to my core and another release occurred, this one causing me to yell out. Hunter covered my mouth with his hand and laughed.
“There’s a party downstairs, baby.”
“I can’t help it, it’s so intense.” I never wanted him to stop, but alas his own release came, soaking my channel, spilling his hot seed to my depths. It was like getting a shot of adrenaline and suddenly I found a burst of new energy. I sat up and he met me there, kissing my mouth with a hunger and pride that could only come from a man tending his woman’s needs.
“Let’s rinse off and then we’ll go downstairs. I can’t wait to tell everyone.” He took my hand, but my legs were so weak with the workover that he scooped me into his arms.
“Does the fact that you can’t walk mean I did a good job?” He reached for the faucet and then put me to my unsteady legs.
“What do you think?” He helped me in the shower, soaping me up and rinsing away his seed that had spilled down my thighs. He used a soft hand, rubbing gentle circles across my breast, down my belly and even beneath the clef at the top of my thighs. As he dragged his hand there I winced as a shot of pleasure rolled through me. It was an aftershock of the orgasm he’d given, a nice reminder of what we’d shared.
He was done before I was and stepped out, turning off the shower so he could hand me a tow
el. Instead he decided to do the job himself, patting my body with care and love before wrapping it around me and drawing me close.
“You take your time and I’ll get dressed and make sure our family is all gathered when you come down. You can be the one to tell them. We’ll let Tani go out and tell her friends if she wants.”
“I hope she’s excited. I want her to want a sibling. They could have fun together and she’d be a great big sister.” Part of me worried about the age difference, and if Tani would like the idea of having a small baby around the house at nine.
“She’s going to be thrilled and of course she’ll be wonderful at it.” Hunter gave me a reassuring look and then left me to finish getting ready.
I took my time drying my hair, but instead of fixing it with an iron I decided to let it lay flat. The day was almost over and I was beat. I walked out to the room to get ready and found that Hunter had laid out fresh clothes before he left so I pulled them on and checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading down.
Everyone had gathered in the kitchen and I could tell that Tani was raring to go back out to the pool. Hunter gave me a reassuring glance and then stood up straight, lifting his chin like a proud papa.
I passed Angie at the foot of the stairs. “That was some break.” Angie pulled her lips in tight and gave me a sly grin.
I nudged her and went to stand with Hunter who put his arm around me. “Sarah has some news and a special birthday surprise for Tani.” He looked at me as if to say take it away, and I choked up for a moment with all of the eyes watching me, as if looking for clues in my eyes. All around the room they stood and even though it was just Hunter, Tani, and his mother, with Angie, Barney, and the baby, it felt like a crowd.
“Well?” Tani jumped up and down waiting for her surprise and I wished her father hadn’t made such a big deal about it. What if she was disappointed after all?
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “I’m pregnant.” I heard the cheers and knew it was safe to open my eyes and as I did Tani came around the counter and hugged my waist burying her face into my tummy.
“That’s the coolest thing ever!” She turned and hugged her dad and then me again. “Can I go tell my friends?
“Sure you can.” The tears were already staining my face when she turned around and ran off to share her news.
“Congratulations, Sis.” Angie fell into tears and we both cried like babies. Beside us Hunter and Barney exchanged a look.
Barney patted Hunter on the back. “It’s hormones. You’ll get used to it.” The two of them shared a laugh and then Hunter’s mother joined in.
Even though I’d been accepted long ago, I hadn’t felt linked to them as strongly as I did at that moment. Knowing Hunter and I had a child that would bond us forever made me feel complete.
The End
BEST SELLER: ROCK HARD MOUNTAIN MAN
A Billionaire and a Virgin Romance
CHAPTER ONE: MAGGIE DEAN
I hated going to the mailbox. Nothing good ever came in the mail addressed to me. Some days the box was just crammed full of junk mail that I could toss in the trash without ever opening. I loved those days. I longed for them.
Then there are days like today; the first few days after the first of the month. The days when most of our bills came and I was reminded how close to the poverty line we really lived.
Today was November 3rd, so I knew even before I opened the mailbox flap what would be waiting for me on the inside. I wished I could have just ignored the mail altogether. I mean, would it be so bad for me to miss a payment or two? Really? Give a girl a break, will you Citibank and Capitol One and Wells Fargo? You can’t squeeze blood out of a turnip and you can’t squeeze money out of Maggie Dean.
Then I remembered that I was already ninety days behind on the things that I could let skate a month or two or three. The credit card people loved it when you let the balance float ninety days past due. I was paying more in late fees and interest that in principal.
Hard to believe that five dollar McDonald’s lunch that I charged to my credit card will cost me a hundred bucks or more before I get it paid off.
That’s how economics work in Maggie’s world.
Oh well. There was no need to prolong the pain any further. “Rip that Band-Aid off”, as my mom would say. I took a deep breath and opened the mailbox.
Stacked neatly inside the box was the gas bill, the phone bill, the electric bill, three credit card statements, and three threatening letters from the same credit card companies letting me know that I was ninety days behind.
No shit, Sherlock.
The hole I kept digging every month just kept getting deeper.
Gee, thanks for the reminders, guys. I mean, I had no idea I hadn’t made a payment in three months. Tell you what, let’s trade places for a week and see how you do in my shoes because I’m doing the best I can, but obviously, it isn’t good enough.
I’m one straw away from breaking the camel’s back.
And when that happens… shit, I don’t know what I’ll do.
The one bright spot of this morning’s trip to the mailbox was the thick pack of coupons at the bottom of the stack.
I tucked the bills under my arm and tore into the coupons as I walked back up the gravel drive to the house I shared with my best friend and cousin, Jackie, and my two younger brothers. Coupons were a necessity of life in Maggie’s world.
When you’re a college dropout, a chef-in-training, and a full-time replacement mom to two brothers, you need to save every penny you can.
If Jackie didn’t live with us to help cover the bills, this ship would have sunk months ago. That’s what my life felt like most days; like I was standing on the deck of the Titanic, watching the last of the lifeboats drift away, knowing there was nothing I could do but hold my breath until I finally went under.
Damn you, Rose, there was room on that door for Jack, too, you selfish bitch.
I made a grocery list in my head as I looked over the buy-one-get-one-free offers from the FoodMart.
We were almost out of milk (we were ALWAYS almost out of milk).
We needed bread, eggs, cereal, apple juice, fruit, frozen pizzas, laundry detergent; the list went on and on. How do four people consume so much? I suppose I shouldn’t be too shocked, given that two of those people are fifteen and seventeen-year-old boys.
We were constantly almost out of everything at the Dean house.
Jackie often said our last name should have been Hubbard because our cupboards were always bare. That would make me Old Mother Hubbard I suppose.
No thanks. That’s a title I do not want or need.
Although my current title wasn’t much better.
Hi America, I’m Maggie Dean, Queen of the tough breaks. I’m 24-years-old and I work as a chef-in-training at a small family restaurant in Mountain View, Colorado.
I love to cook, but had to drop out of culinary school when my mom died of cancer last year to take care of my younger brothers: Jimmy, fifteen, and Robbie, seventeen. They spend most of their time pushing my buttons and screaming things like “I hate you!” and “You’re not my mom!”
Okay, they aren’t total monsters all the time. Jimmy is a smart kid who works hard to keep his grades up and Robbie has a gig delivering pizzas at night and on the weekends. He puts most of his pay into the family kitty to help cover the bills. They’re good boys, they’re just in a lousy situation.
Oh, sorry, back to me…
My likes are quiet moments alone, having enough money in the bank account to cover the rent, and long walks on mountain trails where nobody is screaming my name or telling me how much they hate my guts.
My dislikes are pretty much everything else in my life.
Oh, and I’m a virgin… so, yeah, there’s that.
Thank you, America. Good night.
* * *
The tip of my nose was nearly frozen by the time I walked across the rickety front porch attached to our rickety house
and made it inside. Even with the front door closed, I could feel the icy winter wind blowing through the cracks around the doorframe.
I picked up the heavy blanket that I tacked over the door to keep the wind out. I had to stand on my tiptoes to hold the blanket up and secure it to the doorframe with push pins. I built callouses on my thumbs every winter from pressing push pins into the walls trying to keep Old Man Winter out.
Jackie was sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her hands. There was a cigarette burning in the ashtray in front of her and a cup of coffee sitting under her nose. She was breathing in the strong aroma and letting the steam warm her face.
It was cold as fuck in the house because our heat only worked when it felt like it. I kept saying that we needed to get it fixed, but the money was never there. One more time, welcome to Maggie’s world.
“Long night?” I asked, dropping the mail on the table and refilling my coffee cup. It was a little past eight in the morning. I’d been up since six, prying my brothers out of bed and getting them off to school.
I didn’t really have to ask the question. I could tell by looking at her that she’d had a long night. Jackie worked as a waitress at The Classic Cat, a strip joint on the edge of town that was open 24/7. She worked third shift, so she’d just gotten home about the time the boys were leaving for school.
“Three bachelor parties last night,” she said, staring at me from under her hands. “I’ve never been groped so much in my life.” She nodded at the wad of crumpled one dollar bills she had dropped on the table. “Tips were good though. Maybe now we can get some heat up in this place.”
I gave her a smile and sipped my coffee as I let my eyes wander over her face. Jackie wasn’t much older than me, but life was weighing heavily on her. She had dark curly hair and a pretty, round face. She was full-figured, with big boobs that poured out of the bikini top and a big ass that barely fit into the short-shorts she had to wear to work.