Big Daddy

I wasted no time slipping out of my clothes and then taking it into my hands. I stroked his shaft, my fingers dancing along the veiny flesh as my other hand cupped and kneaded his heavy sac.

He cupped my breasts and encouraged me to lie back. My breasts were heavy against my chest, and I lifted my legs and spread them wide as he grabbed my ankles.

“I’ll be easy.”

“I won’t break.” That was my way of telling him I wanted it hard and rough, but I knew it was wishful thinking. He’d been careful in his handling of me, and while I loved the slow, tender lovemaking, I also liked a nice hard pounding too.

“Soon, I’ll be able to fuck you hard again, and when I can, you better watch out, baby. He lifted my legs, and I wrapped them around him, jerking him forward against me. If he wouldn’t be rough with me, I’d have to get a little aggressive with him.

He leaned over, kissing my tight nipples, which were so sensitive that one touch sent a tingle straight to my pussy. I moaned and raked my fingers through his hair. “Suck them,” I moaned. He gave them long hard pulls and my pussy pulsed with each one.

I reached down and centered his cock at my entrance, and then I pulled his hips forward until his cock was buried deep. He worked his hips, kneading and sucking my breasts until my release had me milking his cock.

“You’re a bad girl, trying to get me to be rough.” He gave a chuckle and pulled away, but then he took my hand and pulled me forward to my feet.

“Turn around and bend over. I want to enter you from behind.” He turned me around and slapped my ass as I bent over, tilting it upward as an offering, my big baby bump hanging forward with my breasts.

He cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples as he slipped his cock into my tight, wet channel and then he pumped his hips, fucking me nice and deep, hitting my spot until I felt the pinch of my release as it burst from me. He worked my clit, stroking it with his long, rough fingers as his cock slid in and out of me, relentlessly through every quake.

I could feel my tummy tightening; contracting, and I thought nothing of it because it had been doing it for weeks.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaking wet.” His hands disappeared and then cupped my ass, my leaking breasts slapped together as his balls bounced against my tender bud. He worked me like that, firm and steady until another release pulsed through me and his head swelled deep, ready to soak my walls.

He tensed as it poured, tickling my walls as it filled me. It had my senses awakened, all of them, and suddenly I felt alive more than I had in months. I turned over and lay back, feeling sated, but then a moment later, my body retaliated and showed me I had no control.

I doubled over as my stomach tightened to a painful degree and I brought my legs up and curled myself into a ball on my side as I cried out in pain.

“Are you okay? Is it the baby?” Chance sat on the bed beside me.

“Just one of those false contractions, I should be—”

The sound that came out of my throat had him on his feet. “Baby, I think it might be time.”

“No, it can’t be time. I’m two weeks out.”

He stroked my hair, and although I knew he felt helpless, I wanted him to stop touching me. My stomach tightened again, this time, he had calculated. “It’s time, baby. We should get you to the hospital.”

“I need a shower; I’ll get dressed and then we’ll go. We have time.” He didn’t like the sound of that, but finally, after I snapped at him, he hurried into the bathroom and started the water in the shower. Then he helped me there and washed every inch of me.

After I was dry, he brought my clothes. While I sat on the bed and dressed, he loaded my suitcases into the truck and called my parents and Austin, who had planned to come over once they’d checked into the hotel.

“It’s time, man. Meet us at the hospital.” He hung up the phone and took my arm. “Let’s do this, baby. Looks like today we not only get one kid but two.”

My head was spinning, and I couldn’t believe our timing. With any luck, by the time the day was done, that would be true.

He drove fast, but carefully to the hospital and things started moving so fast that I almost felt like I was out of control. My body was doing whatever the hell it wanted, and I knew I needed to try and get a hold on my breathing. Before I could focus, the doctor and Chance were gathered around me with a staff of nurses, and it was time to push. What seemed like minutes and hours all bled together, and thankfully, after seven hours, we had a baby.