Page 56 of Pretty Little Disaster

“Ask for it then, princess. Tell me you want this pregnant pussy filled with my cum.”

“Please.” She’s getting the same flustered look she always does when she’s about to peak. “I want you to come,” she whispers. “I want it all, in my pregnant pussy.” She just manages to get the words out before her orgasm takes over, and just like she’s flicked a fucking switch, my cock pulses and spills inside her

“There it is, pretty girl. Right where it belongs.” I watch her head fall back as she takes me, and wonder if there's anything more satisfying than this. Lorna James, the girl I thought I detested, round and fertile with my child, with a pussy crammed full of my cum.

“Wow, that was…” She blows out a breath and repositions herself to get more comfortable and I can’t help but laugh at the effort it takes her.

“Quit laughing, I’m very fucking pregnant here.” I can tell she’s not too mad, by the way she laughs, herself.

“Here, let me help you.” I aid her back into her seat and slide her dress back down her legs.

“These kicks are getting even stronger.” She rubs the side of her tummy and winces as she takes another.

“I know, that one I felt a minute ago was huge.” I smile proudly and when we both notice a hard lump sticking out from under her dress we stare at it in shock.

“Is that…a foot?” I stroke over it with my fingertips.

“I don’t know, I guess it could be anything.” She looks concerned as she looks down at her body.

“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” It sure looks like it does.

“No, it’s just a little weird. I’m sure I’ll get used to it.” She looks back up at me and smiles.

“Nic, I’m sorry for being grouchy before. I actually really enjoyed tonight,” she tells me, in that sweet, little voice that I never tire of hearing.

“Really?” I check I’m hearing her right because I know how much she was dreading being sociable, tonight.

“Well, at least I enjoyed the car ride home.” She shrugs.

LORNA

“Iassume you don't flatpack very often?” I look down at the wooden slats scattered around Nic on the floor.

“I’ll get the hang of it,” he assures me so, sipping my tea, I watch him pick up and examine all the different parts of the crib he’s trying to fix together.

“You should take Seb up on his offer to build it for you. He’s got five kids. He’ll have it up in no time. I could always step into the lobby and get hi–.”

“No,” he interrupts, lifting up the instructions and reading through them again.

“Maybe I could hel–”

“I don’t need help. I’m the baby’s father, I can build the crib it’s going to sleep in.” He looks frustrated and I try not to look amused by how much this is getting to him. The closer we get to my due date, the more flustered he’s becoming, and all while he’s trying to convince me to stay calm and not worry about giving birth. Which is easier said than done, especially when I’m feeling the weight of this baby.

“Cass and the guys will be over any minute, can we just leave this till tomorrow?”

“Fine.” He drops the bag of screws he’s holding and gets up from the floor, coming toward me and smacking a kiss on my lips. “But I’m having that crib up by this time tomorrow. We only have a few weeks until your due and we need to be ready.

“Nic, we’re more than ready. The baby sleeps in a bassinet for the first few months, this nursery’s looking great and we have everything, and more, than what we need,” I remind him, hearing the buzzer go off and signal that my friends are here.

“Come on, let's go eat some pizza.” I head off down the hall toward the door so I can buzz them up.

“You have that sexy, little waddle thing down.” Nic comes up behind me and kisses my neck before they make it up in the elevator and past Seb, and I really wish he wouldn’t start something he knows we can’t finish until later.

“Don’tdothat, you know how I’m feeling, right now.” I swat his hand away when he starts sliding it under my dress.

“I’ll bet I could make you come before they get up here.” He tries tempting me but I shake my head. “You said that last time we were at the doctor's office and we almost got caught,” I remind him, and Nic’s boyish grin makes denying temptation even harder.

“Your choice, baby.” He shrugs. “I’m going to love watching you squirm for the next few hours.”

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