Page 5 of Mr. Hall's Sunshine

With one hand sliding down to cup my belly gently and the other up to circle my throat not so gently, he drags me up until my back is pressed to his thick chest.

“Gerald. You can call me Mr. Hall when we’re at work, but everywhere else, I’m Gerald. Your Gerald. Your future husband, Gerald. The father of your baby and all your future babies, Gerald.”

I don’t get the chance to react to his unhinged words before he grips my jaw and forces my head to twist to the side. He takes my lips with a deep, hungry kiss, then drops his other hand down to spear two fingers through my spread pussy lips to massage my clit with enough pressure that I instantly detonate. I come absolutely undone at the edges of my being as an explosive orgasm is ripped from me.

I can’t even kiss him back as I scream, “Gerald, oh god, I’m cumming!”

“Yes! Give me your cum, baby. It’s all for me. Only for me.”

My whole body is on fire, and my limbs go tingly as wave after wave of seemingly infinite bliss overwhelms my senses. I can barely breathe through the onslaught of pleasure as he fucks me through it until my limbs go loose, and I’m not able to hold myself up on my knees any longer.

He doesn’t give me time to finish coming down from my orgasm before he has me flipped on my back on the couch. I lay there limp and beyond sated as he strips out of his button-down shirt and the rest of his clothing, and then he’s on me, between my thick thighs that he forces apart, driving his cum-coated, hard cock back into me.

I have half a second to admire the dark chest hair that covers his chest before I choke out, “Can’t breathe. On my back. Too. Pregnant.”

“Oh, shit, sunshine. I didn’t think.” It’s dizzying when he flips us so that I’m on top of him. He rips off the remnants of my ruined blouse and bra, then palms my ass, spreading my plump cheeks slightly apart with his flexed fingertips. “Ride my cock, Sunny. Ride me until your husband cums in your beautiful, sunshiney pussy.”

I brace my tingly hands on his powerful chest, now fully able to admire his sheer, naked masculinity, and give him all of three good bounces (with his help) on his cock before I’m out of breath and wheezing.

“Can’t bounce. Anymore. Too pregnant.” There’s a glint in his dark eyes when I say it, and he drops them down to my belly, then back up to meet my eyes. There’s a well of emotion written all over his face when he looks at me and slides his hands from my ass to stroke my belly lovingly.

“My sunshine and my baby. Say it. Tell me you’re too pregnant with my baby to bounce on my cock,” he pleads with a whisper.

I don’t understand what’s happening to me, what he’s altered inside of me to keep me from running out of his office right now and going into hiding. It should scare me—what he wants me to say, to feed into his delusions. But it doesn’t. It feels right. He feels right. Us, we feel right.

So I tell him what he wants to hear as I swivel my hips, grinding down on the base of his cock. “Too pregnant. With your baby. To bounce.”

His nostrils flare, and a low, rumbling growl works its way out of his chest. He grips my hips and uses his incredible strength to hold me up to hover over his lap as he pumps up into me.

I don’t have to do a thing other than accept his mammoth cock and scream, “Your baby, Gerald. Your baby. Your sunshine wife,” when he begs me to do so. He feeds me line after line to repeat as his cock swells impossibly larger inside of me. I can’t believe I can even form words at this point as his cock pistons in and out faster and faster until he’s breathing like a rampaging bull.

“Gerald! Oh god, you’re going to make me—” My whole body suddenly goes tight and taut as a string, and I cum for the second time. It’s too good and too quick after my first orgasm, making my eyes roll back in my head as my pussy clamps down around his steel pipe and fucking gushes like a waterfall.

Sweet mother of god, the man made me squirt. No man or woman has ever made me squirt, including myself, and honestly, I thought it was an urban legend. But unless that was actually my water breaking, it was an honest-to-god, real-life squirt.

Fucking. Sublime.

Gerald throws his head back on the couch, baring the long, thick column of his neck, and he roars my name with his release. Spurt after spurt after spurt of his warm cum spills into me, the heat and force of it taking my breath away. I moan and my pussy flutters around his cock, and since there’s no room to hold it all—what with his cock already stuffing me to the max, stretching my pussy walls to its limits—it, too, gushes out of me.

As soon as he’s done cumming, his arms give out with a pained groan, and I drop to his sticky, cum and squirt-coated lap. Jesus, it’s everywhere. Like when someone lets go of a garden hose on full blast, and water flies all over the place. That’s us, except replace garden hose with dick and water with cum. He’s going to have to get this couch professionally cleaned and the office aired out before he can bring another client in here.

Gerald must have scrambled my brains as much as my guts, I think because I’m rambling in my head again.

If it weren’t for my belly making it impossible to do so, I would splay myself out over his body to catch my breath, knowing his size and fluff would make for an excellent pillow. I settle for swirling little tufts of his chest hair as I slump to the side in dire need of a nap. And a shower. Definitely a shower before I go traipsing into my gynecologist’s office. Also, clothes. Where the hell am I going to get some new clothes?

Yup, there I go, rambling again.

Eventually, once my orgasm completely fades, goosebumps start to pepper my skin, what with being naked and wet—so fucking wet and sticky! I shiver and try to lift myself off of Gerald’s lap with what little remains of my strength.

Instead of helping me off, Gerald gently, so very gently, rolls us onto our sides and helps me fully stretch out my now exceedingly achy legs on the couch.

“I’m sorry, sunshine.” He cradles me to his front and kisses my forehead.

“For what?” I ask with confusion, his body warmth and my post-orgasm high trying their damndest to lull me to sleep. Guess I’ll be missing that appointment after all.

“I’m sorry for everything. For the way I treated you. Yelled at you all those times because I wasn’t man enough to deal with my shit, then taking it out on the very person I love and want most in the world.”

“You love me?”

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