Page 91 of Sideline Play

I only nod my head, unable to look at him.

Undeterred, he reaches up and cups the side of my face, thumb gently stroking up my cheekbone. Pulling me close, he kisses my forehead and murmurs, “If you’re concerned about school and your career, don’t be. We’ll figure it out. If my ma was able to manage at sixteen without a support network and living paycheck to paycheck, then we can do this. You and me. This won’t be your burden to bear. Absolute worst case, I’ll retire so one of us is always with her.”

“Her?”

“Yeah, I kind of like the idea of having a mini-you.”

“I’m scared.”

“So am I, but I’ve got you, Scar.”

Sucking in a breath, I mumble, “But I don’t think we’re scared of the same things.”

“Then communicate with me, baby. Tell me what you’re afraid of.”

Eyes closed, I quietly confess, “I’m scared the test will be negative… It’s all been a fun fantasy to play, until…”

“Until you realize we may have actually made a baby together,” Remi finishes, bringing my hand down to my stomach and covering it with his own. “And now?—”

“Now I want it, and I’m afraid that if I’m not, you’re gonna tell me you don’t want to try for one yet and—umpf.”

Crushing his mouth to mine, he cuts off my words with a bruising kiss. The longer he kisses me, the more my body sags against his, soft, mewling sighs passing from my lips to his as my hands fist his t-shirt.

Slipping off the lip of the tub, I push Remington down to his butt as I climb into his lap. Between us, his cock grows hard as I shift and wiggle over top of him. The moment I find the best position, my writhing becomes more intentional as I rub and grind myself over him. Meeting my rocking hips with upward thrusts that match the timing of his tongue in my mouth, my kiss falters as I moan low and long.

Hands in my hair, Remi pulls just enough to further expose and stretch my neck. Kissing along my pulse and breathing heavily between each one, his voice is rough as he says, “Scar, if you want my babies, nothing would make me happier than to give them to you. I can start trying right here, right now, and I won’t stop until you are.”

Slowly and methodically, he peels the delicate strap of my silk tank down my arm until my breast pops free. Kissing the top of the swell and around the outer curve, he licks at my nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard, little peak, murmuring, “Your breasts are going to look so sweet growing and changing so they can sustain our baby.” Closing his lips around me, he sucks until my sad little whimper is erased by a much more pleasurable one and my hands begin wandering down to the waistband of his sweats.

Between open mouthed kisses along his neck and jaw, I ask, “Should we go check?”

“No, baby girl. You should finish taking out my cock and move your panties to the side so I can fill your pussy.”

“But if?—”

“Mmm,” he hums, shaking his head no. “If you are, then I’m going to be over the moon and need to fuck you to celebrate, and I’ll want to take my time doing that so I can trace every part of you that I can’t wait to see grow and change for the life we made. And you, my wife, get very impatient when you haven’t come fast and hard around my cock prior to me wanting to slow things down and make love to you without the destination of coming in sight.

“But if you’re not, then I’ll have already started on makin’ sure you will be next month and will have taken the edge off of myself because I know I’ll be fuckin’ possessed the first time—and probably every time—I sink my cock into you knowin’ we’re no longer playin’ and that your tight little cunt is unprotected.”

“Oh God,” I breathe, a renewed urgency finding its way into me as I yank his pants down before pushing my thong to the side. I hurriedly rub my slick pussy along his shaft before lifting up and sinking myself down with a hard thrust that has him swearing my name as I mewl, “Daddy.”

It’s hard, fast, dirty, and fucking perfect as I ride Remington’s cock. Rising up, I clench my walls, making him groan into my shoulder. Then when only the tip of his head remains, I drop back down with a punishing bounce that ripples up to my breasts, capturing his eyes with their hypnotic sway.

Fitting his hand between us, his fingers searching out my clit, he begins rubbing, pressing, and tapping on the swollen bud. With each touch, I grow more and more wet, my walls contracting harder, longer, and tighter until I’m losing my rhythm and exchanging my repetitive bouncing for rocking backand forth, ensuring he stays deep inside me, my clit right against his hand.

When my nails start pulling at the back collar of his t-shirt and raking down my shoulders, he coaxes, “That’s it, baby girl. Come for Daddy. I want to feel your pussy wring my cock and steal my cum.”

“Mycum,” I savagely enunciate before biting the curve of his neck, my tongue lapping at the sore before I suck. Pulling off, I yank on the hair at the nape of his neck, keeping his eyes locked on mine, and repeat, “It’smycum.”

Gripping my hips and preventing me from getting so much as a whisper of friction, he blows on my nipples, causing them to pucker.

“Not unless you say, ‘Please Daddy, I want your baby.’”

“Please Daddy,” I beg, pouting through my rapid compliance. “I want your baby.”

Kissing my temple, Remi purrs, “You’re such a good girl for me,” letting my hips go.

One… two… three…

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