Page 25 of Deceitful Dreams

I rock against him, desperate for the stretch of him filling me. His blue eyes flick up to catch mine and he smiles. “Good morning, beautiful.”

Arching my chest, I direct him back where I want his attention. He chuckles, pinching my hard tip. “How are you feeling today?”

I let out a huff. “Grumpy if you don’t give me what I want.”

He looks down, wrapping his hand over the base of his thick cock and nudging at my entrance. Then he grabs a pillow, lifting my hips to stuff it under and smirks at the slight bump of my belly from this angle.

His hands caress the taut skin before grabbing onto my waist and sliding inside me in one thrust. My eyes roll back momentarily before I’m moving with him, meeting him with each stroke as his hand moves back to my baby bump.

“I can’t wait till this is so big, there’s no mistaking my kid in there,” he growls, moving deeper into me.

My breathing comes in short pants. “You like my pregnant belly, Daddy?”

His cock jerks inside me, telling me how much he likes it. Wyatt bites down on his lip, pounding into me as he holds onto my small bump.

“I’m gonna keep you like this,” he grits out. The short, erratic snap of his hips tells me he’s close. “Naked in my bed, pumping you full of my kids.”

I tighten around his big cock, wanting to feel the warmth of his seed spilling in me. Slipping my hand between us, I barely touch my swollen clit before I’m off, rolling in waves of bliss.

“Fuck, Sophie–” Wyatt grunts before letting out a long moan as he comes with me. He thrusts slower and deeper as he drains his balls of all his cum.

After we catch our breath, he turns us onto our sides and pulls my thigh over his with his spent cock still stuffed inside me. He studies my face with a soft smile, with love in his eyes as my heart races for another reason.

“Good morning,” I say, tracing his lips with my fingers. “I’ll never tire of waking up besides you.”

Wyatt kisses me, pulling me closer. Our bodies are so entwined that there’s not a part of me untouched, but that’s how I love it. That’s how I love him and what we are.

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A flutter in my stomach has me standing straighter, and I set the wooden spoon on the counter. Placing a hand on my stomach, I wait and try to hold my breath as the feeling happens again and I smile.

“Wyatt!” I call, turning the stove to a simmering heat so my sauce doesn’t overcook, and set out to find him.

The thing neither my mother or I knew ist that Wyatt and his parents are loaded. He never felt the urge to share how wealthy he is with my mother, stating it wasn’t any of her business. And she never asked where he got his share of the bills every month, even after rarely seeing him work.

But the moment she kicked us out, Wyatt wrapped me in his arms and told me I never had to worry. That everything in my life would be taken care of. While initially shocked by the sudden turn of events, his parents were overjoyed with the thought of a grandchild and overlooked the immoral start of our relationship.

I find him on the back patio, chatting with his father as I open the glass door.

“Wyatt, come here. I think I felt the baby kick,” I say excitedly.

Their conversation immediately ends with both of the men smiling as they stand. Wyatt rushes to me, dropping to his knees and cupping my swollen stomach. My bump is still fairly small, but noticeable enough that people realize I’m pregnant now when we are out and about.

It drives Wyatt crazy to see it at night when he makes love to me. A reminder of what he accomplished so quickly. And if I’m honest with myself, it drives me wild as well. The thought of him breeding me with his child, that a piece of him is implanted inside me.

“Hello, my little peanut. Are you kicking mommy today?” Wyatt whispers against my skin.

His father laughs, moving to stand next to me. I nod when his hand is hesitant to touch my belly. “I don’t know if she’ll kick again, but you can try.”

Wyatt’s parents are wonderful people, a joyous couple clearly in love with each other. I had been wary of them at first, but as weeks passed and they continued to be generously nice to me, I let my walls fall. Now I feel grateful that people who love like them will surround my baby.

“Her?” Wyatt asks, drawing back to stare up at me.

I scrunch my nose. “I think it’s a girl.”

Wyatt wants to know what we’re having, but I’ve been nervous. I don’t want to screw up if I have a daughter, I’d be more confident if I had a boy. But I’m afraid to find out and possibly be disappointed either way.

“A daughter,” he says in awe. His smile brightens as he keeps rubbing my belly.

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