Page 36 of Pretty Little Disaster

“That’s true,” he tells me calmly, his thumbs stroking at my wrists delicately, making me want to kiss him and knee him in the testicles at the same time.

“But you're pregnant, what did you expect would happen? Of course, you're going to be hungrier than usual, and you need to eat. You have a whole life-forming situation going on in there.” He waves both his hands in front of my tummy and pulls a face that makes my lips lift into a smile.How the fuck does he always manage to do that?

“You may not think it, but you look amazing,” he tells me, pulling me closer.

“You have to say that, the guy always has to say that to the girl he knocked up, but your words don’t match your actions, Nic.” I hate that I’m needy enough to admit that.

Damn pregnancy and it’s stupid emotions.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He stares back at me as if I’m crazy. Right now, who knows, maybe I am.

I turn my head away from him and he takes hold of my chin, forcing me to look back at him.

“Tell me what's going on in that head, crazy girl.” His smile is boyish and so handsome that I want to punch it off his face.

“Call me crazy girl, again and I’ll bury you in these woods,” I warn him.

“I’m sorry.” He shocks me when he holds his hands up in defeat. “Just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. Please.” He’s looking serious now, and maybe even a little sympathetic.

“It’s always me. Haven’t you noticed that? I’m always the one who…you know…gets things started.” God, I feel like an idiot and I wish I’d never put this damn hoodie on because not only is it hot out here, but I’m burning with shame beneath it.

“Yes, I’ve noticed,” he nods his head.

“Well, that's exactly my point, Nic. You say you like this,” I stroke my hand over my tummy. “You say that it turns you on, yet you only ever pity-fuck me.”

“I’m sorry,what?” He almost chokes.

“You fuck me, because you know the baby makes me hot for it, and because you don’t want me fucking anyone else while I’m pregnant with your child,” I tell him what he already knows.

“You’re damn right I don’t want anyone else fucking you.” He jumps straight onto the defensive, his eyes looking savage as they stare back at me. “And, yes, I do make sure that you are always the one who gets thingsstarted.” I get the impression that he’s mocking me when he says that last part but given the grand scheme of things, I let it slide. “And do you know why?” Now he’s looking really angry and when I shake my head he scrubs his hands over his face like he doesn’t want to give me his answer.

“Because, if it was up to me things wouldn’t have togetstarted, they’d never fucking stop.” I take a step back in shock when his words come out through frustration.

“I’d have you to myself, all day, every day. I’d touch that fine-ass, fucking body any time I wanted to, and not have to use the fact it’s carrying my child as an excuse. Lorna, the more pregnant you get, the more insane you're driving me. Why do you think I take three cold showers a day? Why do you think I spent the whole afternoon in the gym andstillneeded to come on this stupid run? It’s because of this.” Grabbing my hand and pressing my palm against his shorts, he forces me to feel how hard he is beneath them. “I’m trying to keep things good between us. I don’t want to push you into anything.You'rethe one controlling the pace.You'rethe one in control!” he yells at me. “And I keep telling you how hot you are, and how beautiful you look because it’s the fucking truth. What will it take for thatto sink in?” He stops to take a breath, looking tired and deflated. I leave it a few seconds for him to calm himself down.

“Well, you could start by putting that hard dick to good use.” I stare back at him, trying not to laugh, Nic just laid all his feelings right out on the table and I couldn’t be happier with what I’ve heard.

“Put my… Lorna are you… I just…” He can’t get his words past his frustration and when I start to giggle, his head shakes and his tongue does that hot ‘rolling in his cheek’ thing that makes me want to climb his body.

“I’ll show you putting it to use.” He reaches out to grab me and I quickly take off, giggling as I run further down the path and deeper into the woods.

“Not too fast,” I hear him call out as he chases after me, and when I feel his strong hands grab my waist and tug me back, I scream as he spins me around and backs me up against the nearest tree.

“Remember, you asked for this,” he tells me darkly, ripping my pants and panties down over my hips and spinning me around so I’m facing the trunk.

His knees spread my legs apart and that hard dick presses against my ass. Feeling the way he guides it through my cheeks makes me start to panic.

“Relax, we’re saving that one,” he whispers, taking my wrists and holding them above my head against the trunk.

His cock rests, thick and throbbing against my opening and as he kisses the back of my neck and slides his hands up under my hoodie to massage my tits, I feel myself soak the tip of it.

“Fuck me, that feels good,” he speaks into my ear as he inches himself inside me. “You drive me crazy, Lorna James.” His voice is low and growly as he takes his time, gradually filling me. “I’m making an executive decision for us,” he tells me. “From now on, if I want to touch you, I’m not holding back. If I want to feel thissweet, little cunt, I’m going to take it.” One of his hands moves lower down my body and strums my clit as he thrusts into me from behind. “You’re mine, and I’m going to start treating you that way.” He brings those fingers up to my mouth and slips them into my mouth. Stroking my tongue with them so I can taste myself.

I suck on them hard, keeping my hands in place and feeling more of those tiny flutters come from inside me, though I keep them to myself, in case it freaks Nic out and he stops.

“No more runs for you, I’ve got the perfect way for us to exercise together.” I feel his cock push deeper inside me as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. There are days when they feel too sensitive for me to even touch, luckily, today isn’t one of them because I like how his hands feel as they explore me.

“Fuck, this pussy’s so good,” he groans, resting both his hands on my belly and holding it firm as he pumps himself into me. “This little bump is fucking adorable.” His teeth graze my earlobe and having his breath in my ear, his hands on my body and his cock buried inside me all at the same time, suddenly becomes too much. My nails scrape against the bark as the orgasm hits me hard, right in the middle of the woods, with my yoga pants and panties around my ankles.

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