Page 151 of Puck Princess

If I’m being honest, I want her. I never stopped. Seeing Callie in all her very pregnant glory is making me kind of hard.

Things they don’t teach you in sex ed for a thousand, Alex.

I drag a hand down my face. “Callie…”

She fists her hand in my shirt, pulling me closer. “It’ll be at least six weeks after she’s born before we can have sex. This might be our last chance for a while, Owen.I want you.”

Whatever self-control I had snaps. I’ve never been able to deny this woman anything.

“Fine.” I push her back towards the bed, her hands wrapped around my wrists. “But if anything hurts—if you’re uncomfortable at all?—”

“Too late,” she interrupts. But she rolls her eyes. “I’ll tell you, though.”

“Thank you.”

With not an ounce of shame, Callie peels her panties down her legs and bends over the end of the bed, resting on her elbows.

“Fuck me.” My internal thoughts slip out as I hurry out of my pants.

She looks over her shoulder at me. “Other way around, O.Youfuckme.”

And I do.

I tease her with my hands, but despite how miserable she’s been for weeks, she’s already ready. I notch myself at her entrance and slide into her, gripping her hips as I fill her in a slow, steady thrust.

“God,” she groans, arching her back. “This is the first time I’ve felt good in so long.”

If she’s lying just to seduce me, it’s working.

I lean forward, sliding my hands under her sports bra to take her new, bigger breasts in my hands. She fills my hands perfectly. She fits around me perfectly.

At every stage of life, in every way, Callie and I make perfect sense.

I slide a hand over her bump and between her legs, and she clenches around me. She cries out as an instantaneous orgasm works through her, and I can’t hold back. My hips stutter against her, and I spill into her with a groan.

She falls onto the bed on her side, and I curl around her, assuming we’re going to nap. Napping sounds good. I could use some sleep.

But after a few minutes, Callie snakes a hand behind her back, slipping between our bodies until she’s wrapped around me. Shestrokes me in slow, tightening movements that have my nerve endings sizzling.

“Callie,” I growl, kissing her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“What we both want.” She gives my hardening cock another tug. It’s all the evidence she needs.

And curled on our sides like that, I fill her again.

And again.

In between, I bring her snacks and rub her feet.

But as soon as I think she’s going to be done with me, her eyes darken, and she’s a predator on the prowl. There’s nothing like the promise of induced labor to get a pregnant woman going.

By the end, Callie is a post-orgasm puddle, and I feel like I just did hockey drills for fourteen hours straight.

She flops a limp arm across the bed, stroking my chest hair.

“The shop is closed,” I moan, lying face down on the pillows.

“What’s the problem?” she teases, clearly enjoying this a little too much

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