Rock On (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

Taking her by the shoulders, I lay her out on the bed, her legs falling open as I did so. She was already wet. Her pussy looked so good I could hardly resist it. If past experience had taught me anything, it was to get her warmed up before trying anything too intense.

Careful around the collar, I kissed down her neck, reaching her clavicle in no time. Venturing further south, the warmth of her big breasts soon met my lips. One by one, I took her nipples, sucking until she moaned.

Checking her pussy, I knew I was making her even wetter, so I kept going until she almost couldn’t take it anymore. Leaving her nipples moist and glistening, I ran my tongue between her tits down to her belly.

Pulling the same diversion as before, I went down her legs to her feet before getting anywhere near her pussy. It was like a gentle form of torture, delaying her pleasure, letting her know I was in control, before finally giving her the pleasure she so needed only after she was ready for it.

“Oh, Master!” she squeaked, as I devoured her delicious little pussy.

She was bucking her lips a little to grind herself even harder against my tongue.

Then Petra came hard, exploding into my mouth. The burst was followed by a hard bout of shakes as she tried to recover.

After getting her back to earth, we worked together to get my cock nearly all the way inside her. Petra’s tolerance was much better than before, having slowly improved with each of our sessions. The same went for her mouth, and she could more than half swallow my cock while sucking, going into the deepest of deep throats.

Once my sweet pet recovered, I mounted her, Petra’s legs automatically going around my waist as my cock slid into her pussy. Her feet hooked around my back, just in case I decided to pull out before she was good and ready.

Slow and steady, I started to move, her breath and moans falling into rhythm with my thrusts like a sexy punctuation mark as I pumped her full, celebrating our new engagement, as well as our forthcoming arrival.

Epilogue – Petra

Church bells sounded in my head, mostly because that was what I’d been trained to expect. It was what my parents wanted for me, because that was what they’d had.

I dearly wished I had a camera, just to capture their expressions when they saw what we had gone with. Though, even they would have to admit that the yard looked great. The sheer size and opulence of Adam’s house would no doubt ease their disappointment.

I might not have been having a traditional wedding, but at least they’d be happy I was marrying into money. Even if he was an American.

“Come in,” I called in response to the knock, as Holly Jones was helping me into the elaborate dress.

“How are you doing, little one?” Theo asked, peeking his head in.

“Theo?”

“You didn’t think I would miss this, did you?”

“No,” I said, after thinking about it. “Are mom and dad here?”

“Darn tootin’! We were on the same flight, just to make sure they showed up.”

I could have hugged him, but I didn’t want to ruin the lovely makeup that Stephanie was applying to my face. The three of us were clustered at the vanity in the marble room.

It was interesting how things had changed that first night when Adam had proposed to me. Not to mention in terms of my figure. The wedding dress was specially made to accommodate my baby bump. It even managed to cover my breasts, which were even bigger than before, although I hadn’t been sure that was possible until it happened.

“We’re ready when you are,” Theo said.

“Okay, thanks,” Stephanie cut in, shooing him away, without being mean about it.

Out on the grass, it all became real. The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with was waiting for me at the end of the aisle, which was made by two lines of chairs. He was standing regal as a duke under a portable flower arch.

My bridesmaids made their way down the aisle: Holly, Jonna, Stephanie, and of course Theo’s wife, Becca. The accordion rucked up as they moved along. I held a clutch of orchids in both my shaking hands as I watched, a tornado of emotions tearing through the trailer park of my soul.

The feeling of the collar around my neck, and the new heaviness in my belly was reminding me what it was all for. A new chapter of my life was about to begin, and I really wasn’t seeing a downside.

Finally, it was my time to walk down the aisle, and I couldn’t wait to become Adam’s wife. Lost in his eyes, I couldn’t remember anything about the actual ceremony after reaching the arch. Even our self-written vows were lost to the ether. I must have said mine already, because there were no objections that I could notice.