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Peyton smiles, studying my face with eyes full of adoration. “I don’t have much experience, but it felt different. You felt different, there was never a time where I felt insecure when we were together. It was… exhilarating.”

“You’re always safe with me, I promise,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. She lets out a sigh of relief, settling closer onto my chest.

Chapter Thirteen

Peyton

I hadn’t expected Owen to pick up his life and integrate himself into mine, but he did just that. He said he’ll have to fly back every once in a while. My dad jumped at the chance to show him how to rig airplane miles; it’s his favorite game. After the first week of us sleeping separately, we fell asleep watching a movie, and he held my belly all night. It’s the best sleep I had gotten in months. After that I demanded he stay.

“What are they checking for this visit?” he asks, seated in the rocking chair as he folds some washed baby clothes.

“The usual. They want to see me every two weeks, and I think I have one more visit before they start seeing us every week,” I explain to him.

His eyes widen. “Every week?”

“Yeah, leading up to the birth. My mom said it’s normal procedure, so don’t think anything is wrong. Dr. Roberts actually said he’s perfect the last time.”

Owen smiles. “Of course he is, just like his momma.”

I bite down on my bottom lip, looking at him through fluttering eyelashes. My blush burns my cheeks, and I turn away from him. “No need to butter me up. The bun is already cooking in the oven.”

He laughs loudly. Owen tilts his head, trying to glance down the hallway before leaning closer to where I’m seated on my bed. “You know I still jack off to the photos you sent me.”

My core clenches at his confession, and then I narrow my gaze at him. “When I didn’t have a watermelon under my shirt.”

He clicks his tongue at me. “Oh, honey. If you think I don’t find you sexy swollen with my kid, then let me show you.” Owen stands from the rocking chair and gently shuts my bedroom door, locking it. He turns to face me, and arousal heats my skin at his lust filled stare. There’s feral intent burning in his eyes as they drag down my body.

“You can’t come inside me!” I squeak out as he walks towards me. “They’ll know we fucked, and that’s embarrassing.”

Owen pauses, staring at me, and then booms out a laugh. “I knocked you up. They know we’re fucking.”

My cheeks burn with a blush. “I meant they’d know we fucked before the appointment.”

“Fine. Open your legs. Let me eat your pretty pussy.”

I lean back, shoving a pillow under me. Pulling my white sundress over my bump, I prop my feet up on the bed and bare my center to him. Owen kneels before me, his fingertips brushing my inner thighs before his thumb swipes up my wet slit. My body trembles at his touch. It's been super sensitive with everything because of the pregnancy. I’ve always been hyper aware of anything to do with Owen. Months ago when he said he could feel the difference between me and everyone else in his life, I didn’t believe him. But every minute with him, I understand more.

He shoves his face into my pussy the next second, and I let out a small cry, grabbing the sheets. He devours every inch of my sex, my legs shaking around his head as I spiral to a climax faster than I thought possible. Then he shoves two fingers inside me, and I tighten around them, wishing he wouldn’t listen to me and that he’d just fuck me with his cock instead. But I know Owen won’t, even if my lust hazed brain is telling me I should beg him to fuck me.

“When we get home from the doctor’s, you’re gonna take my cock over and over again. I’m going to fill you with my cum all night,” he growls into my pussy. I shudder, coming around his fingers in the next instant.

“Fuck, Peyton. You’re so responsive like this. It drives me insane.” He stands, his fingers still slowly moving inside me. He unbuttons his jeans, and shoves them down till his hard cock springs out and he strokes it. “Where you want my cum? Tits or your mouth?”

“My mouth,” I groan, and he finally leaves my sensitive, swollen core and helps me sit up while he’s standing before me. I wrap my hand around his thick, hard shaft and bend down to lick at his ruddy crown. His head tilts back, and his neck is strained as I suck the tip between my lips. Flattening my tongue, I slide him further into my mouth, stroking near his base as I try to swallow around him.

“Fuck. Your throat is so fucking tight,” he grunts outs as his hand grabs the back of my head, holding me in place. My eyes water as Owen thrusts deeper, forcing his entire cock into my mouth. My nails dig into his thigh. He thrusts one more time before his cock swells larger and his cum pours down my throat. “Swallow all of it, honey. Fill your belly up with my cum.”

When he pulls away, I take in a large gulp of air and cough up a bit of saliva and cum. His hand cups my face, his thumb wiping at the drool leaking from my lips. “You okay? That wasn’t too much?”

I feel a little nauseous, but not enough to ruin the mood. My hand covers his and I smile. “Perfect. Let me check my hair and makeup and we can go.”

We were in and out of the appointment in less than an hour, and Owen’s excitement to listen to the baby’s heartbeat was contagious. He grinned from ear to ear, looking at me like I'd gifted him something precious.

“I need to walk around a bit because if we go home right now, I’m gonna rot on the couch for the rest of the day.”

Owen chuckles, bending down to kiss the side of my head and wrap his arm around my belly. “You’re growing my baby. You can couch rot as long as you want. If anyone says anything, I’ll fight them.”

“You’re gonna fight my doctor?”

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