Page 55 of Forced Pregnant Mate

He grins as I lean over and kiss him. He kisses me back as I turn around to face him and wrap my legs around his waist. I’m only wearing a thin nightgown, and I can see Jack’s eyes devouring me as I writhe in his lap. With a cheeky smile, I slip the straps off my shoulders.

“That’s not fair,” he whispers, his voice low and strained. I giggle and lean back a bit, squeezing him with my knees.

He pushes me back on the bed, kissing me deeply as he settles between my thighs. I start to thrust against him as his hands explore my body, sending shivers across my skin as he pushes the nightgown out of the way.

When my arousal starts to build, I reach down and grab his belt, trying to get it undone. Jack stops me.

“You’re not well. I don’t want to—”

“I want to,” I whisper, breathless. “Fuck me, Jack!”

Jack stares at me for a few seconds, then lets me undo the belt. He wriggles his pants down a bit as he wraps his arms around my waist, kissing me again.

“I can’t refuse a direct order,” he whispers. I giggle, writhing against him as I tease him.

He reaches down, and I feel his hard cock pressing against me. With a quick twist of my hips, I slide him inside. Jack lets out a load groan as our bodies come together, joining us as one.

For a few seconds, both of us are still immersed in the magic of the moment. Then he looks into my eyes, and I feel my body clench tightly around him. My hands, my thighs, and all the inner muscles I never even knew I had. Jack moans, responding to the pressure, and rocks his hips forward.

I gasp as I feel him thrust into me. That deep aching starts inside, and I grab his shoulders so I can writhe underneath him. For a few seconds, Jack enjoys letting me control the motion, then he begins to thrust back.

We set up a rhythm, a steady pace that starts slow and gets faster and faster. Pleasure streaks through me, waves that crash and roll from that deep core inside and spread to every inch of me. I can feel Jack’s cock getting thicker and harder as the pace increases, and I hang on as tightly as I can while my body thrashes between him and the mattress.

The ache inside me intensifies, and as Jack keeps pounding into me, the sensation hits a point of extreme tension, then explodes in an extreme release of pleasure. It’s stronger than any orgasm I’ve had before, and I can feel my deepest inner muscles spasming around Jack’s cock.

He gasps and clings to me as his own release follows, clinging to me as the waves of pleasure crash through him. I know this was an exceptionally powerful orgasm for him, too.

When our breathing dies down, Jack gently moves back and settles by my side with his arms around me. For a little while, we just drift, our bodies humming with shared pleasure, both of us knowing the other feels exactly the same way.

“I had better get back to work,” Jack says. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” I mutter, wrapping myself up in blankets. “I’ll just nap some more.”

“Okay,” he says, kissing my forehead. “Call me if you need me.”

I hear Jack leaving the house, and I drift off, slipping into a peaceful, light sleep. When I hear the door again, I expect Jack and try to get up, but I get hit by another wave of nausea.

Maybe chocolate cake on an empty stomach was a bad idea.

“Lena, are you home?” Sam calls.

“Yeah, hold on,” I answer, getting up and quickly pulling on loose pants and a baggy sweater. I head out to the kitchen, where Sam is anxiously waiting for me.

“Are you okay? It’s not like you to miss breakfast. Or work, for that matter.”

“I was feeling a bit better earlier, but now I’m a bit down again. I think I should see someone.”

“I can take you. Do you want to go right now?”

I hold my stomach as it lurches again, feeling like a closed soda bottle being shaken until its insides are pressurized and bubbling.

“Yes, I should. I have no idea what’s wrong with me.”

Sam drives me to the nearest doctor, who orders me to get a urine sample and blood test. While he waits on results, he does a brief check over of my vitals before returning to check the initial readings.

“Well, congratulations, Mrs. Holt. It looks like you’re pregnant.”

“What?” my voice is soft. Sam takes my hand and squeezes it, grinning.

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