Page 49 of Pretty Little Disaster

“Fuck, you look so hot doing that.” Nic looks between our bodies and watches me. “I’m starting to think you like that cute, baby bump.” He kisses my neck and nips at my collarbone.

“It doesn’t feel cute, anymore. It’s starting to feel massive,” I tell him, sliding my hand a little lower so I can stroke my clit.

“Why does hearing you talk like that make me feel like I’ll come before I get inside you?” He takes his huge cock and rests it on my belly.

“Because you know you’re the cause of it. You put this baby in there. Do you like seeing what I’ve done with the seed you gave me?” I watch my words have an effect on him, and it makes me feel empowered. “You like watching me get bigger, because it shows I’m growing you a healthy, little heir.”

“Fuck,” he growls when I place my hand over his cock, making a tunnel with the arch of my hand so he can thrust against me.

“Seriously, if you carry on like that I’m going to spill all over this sexy belly,” he warns.

“I think you’d like that.” I continue to jack him off against my stomach as his hand grips the side of it firmly.

“Is that where you want it, all over this pretty belly I gave you?” I hear the excitement in his voice.

“Huh huh.” I nod my head.

“Ask for it. Ask me to come all over this belly I gave you.” He takes his cock in his fist and pumps it faster against me.

“I want your cum, Nic. All over this.” I rub a long, drawn-out circle around my bump that sends him over the edge.

“Fuck, Lorna, you’re killing me.” He looks down as he shoots his load all over my swollen stomach. His groan is deep and feral and he shocks the hell out of me by lifting my hips and thrusting inside me.

“Nic!” I gasp.

“You think that's all I’ve got? Not when it comes to you.” He slides his hand through his cum, massaging it into my skin as he fucks me with long, hard pumps.

“I don’t know how you did it, Lorna James, but I’m fucking obsessed with you. You’ve got me thinking about the next baby I’m going to fuck into you before you’re even done growing this one.” He keeps his eyes fixed intensely on mine. “I’ve hated not being close to you these past few weeks.” He thrusts inside me harder.

“You're crazy.” I laugh.

“I wasn’t before you. You’ve made me crazy. You, and this.” He looks down at my growing bump. “You're everything I never knew I needed, and now I feel like I can’t live without you.” Tears fill my eyes and suddenly he stops.

“Hey, hey…don’t get sad, again. I’m sorry. I’ve just felt so detached from you. I needed you to know how I felt.” His face is full of concern and it only makes me more emotional.

“I’m not sad, you idiot,” I snuffle. “I’m happy and I can’t believe it’s with you.” We both burst out laughing and when mytummy starts to move again, he strokes his hand over it and smiles.

“Let’s not look back, just forward. We have a really exciting future ahead of us. Who knows, you might even end up falling in love with me.” He winks.

“Sounds to me like I’m going to be spending a lot of that future, pregnant.” I must be in love with him because I like the idea of it.

“You better believe it, and it’s your own damn fault for making it look so fucking good.”

“Say that when the only way you can fuck me is to bend me over the couch.” I roll my eyes.

“Princess, if you think getting bigger is going to deter me, you couldn't be more wrong. It’s only going to make me want you more.”

“Nic, just fuck me.” I grip his hair and drag his lips down to mine.

NIC

Ilie next to Lorna, finally feeling like we’ve made some progress, She’s been thoroughly fucked and is now sleeping soundly, for the first time in weeks. I lie with my hand resting on her swollen tummy, waiting to feel more movement come from inside her and feel even more determined to pull her out of the grief she’s in and show her what she has to look forward to.

Me and Dario are still none the wiser as to who shot her father, all we can guess is that it had something to do with the Russians. The fact that stupid son of a bitch led them straight to her, and they could now know she’s associated with him, is worrying. For over a decade, we and the Russians have kept clear of each other, neither of us has pushed boundaries. What we need to know is if Doyle was working for them or against them. Nothing right now is a certainty, but the fact there has been nothing for over a month suggests that whatever problem they had with Doyle has been put to rest.

I’m still not prepared to take any risks.

I feel a jolt under my palm and smile to myself as I carefully lean down.

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