Page 55 of Pretty Little Disaster

“Do you think there's something going on between Cass and Jonah?” Lorna asks me as I help her into the back of our car and close the partition between us and the front seats. I’d like whatever conversation we have on the way home to remain private.

“Who knows?” I shrug. In all honesty, I couldn’t give a fuck. All I want to do, right now, is get Lorna home and out of that dress she’s wearing.

“They would be a cute couple though, don’t you think?” she questions, kicking off her heels and resting her head back with relief.

“You know, my face is actually aching from all the smiling I’ve had to do tonight. I’m exhausted,” she yawns

“You're allowed to be exhausted, you're growing a person.” I rub her tummy proudly.

“He loves it when you do that,” she tells me, closing her eyes and sounding all dreamy.

“I think you like it too.” I kiss her neck and continue to rub her belly. I can’t get enough of the little mewls she makes, they’re so fucking cute.

“Are you sleepy, baby?” I ask, sliding my hand lower and slipping the tight fabric of her dress up her thigh.

“Nic Conte, are you trying to get frisky with me in the back of a car?” She opens her eyes and stares at me accusingly.

“I mean, if it’s what you want I will, but?—”

She doesn’t give me a chance to finish when she tugs on my tie and drags me to her lips.

“I want it,” she tells me as I stroke her through her panties; they’re soaking through, for me.

“I’ve wanted this all night,” she whispers as I slide into the side of them and edge a finger into her tight, drenched pussy.

“Oh fuck!” she gasps when I gift her with another. Her hand reaches up, gripping the handle above the door and lifting her hips from the seat.

“You’ve had that needy, little look in your eyes all night like you’ve been desperate for attention. Did you want me all to yourself?” In my opinion, the party went on too long. I could see that Lorna was done being sociable hours ago.

“Of course. I always want you to myself.”

I swear the more pregnant she gets the more needy she becomes. She doesn't even try to hide it from me, anymore.

“You weren’t the only one suffering,” I assure her, fucking her with my fingers and kneading the heel of my palm against her clit. “I had to watch all those men staring at you, getting hard fucking dicks over how good you look in this condition I’ve put you in.” I rest my other hand on the top of her belly while I continue to stroke inside her pussy.

“Now you're talking crazy.” She giggles. “Not all men think like you, Nic.”

“Baby, I’m not talking crazy, this is the kind of shit that drives us wild. How do you not see that you are hot-as-fuck, right now? Because I’ll keep telling you until you believe it.” I take my cock out of my slacks and since we’re so limited for space back here, there's only one way I can see this going down.

“Come here, pretty girl.” I tap my lap.

“You want me to…in here?” She looks stunned.

“I need you to hop on this dick, right now, so I can feel like I fucking own you,” I tell her, helping her shift position and lose her panties before she climbs on top of me. Her dress sits around her hips as she straddles me and with her stomach now blocking my view, I reach for my cock and guide it toward her entrance.

“Fuck, that feels good.” I close my eyes as she slowly eases herself down on me, and framing her belly in both my hands, I hold it firm as she starts to bounce on my cock.

“That’s a good girl, you take this dick, take it like it belongs to you.” Being in a room full of men who value the beauty of a fertile woman has me feeling predatory, right now. I swear I could read every filthy thought in those sick fuckers’ heads, some of them weren’t even being sly about how they looked at her. In a world where blood has to run thick, men will always be appreciative of a woman who can carry heirs well, and the way my girl is looking right now surpasses all expectations.

“Itdoesbelong to me,” Lorna reminds me, touching the roof of the car with the palm of her hands and making her tits bounce as she fucks me harder.

“It feels so deep like this,” she manages to whisper.

“You like it deep?” I want to lean forward and kiss her, but the tight space and the barrier her belly puts between us makes it impossible.

“Yes. I’m going to come.” She smiles and I don’t know if it’s from her pleasure or if it’s because the baby kicks hard against my hand. Either way, I’ve never seen a person look so happy before. The thought of me being the maker of that makes my chest feel like it’s going to explode.

“Come with me, Nic. I like it when we come together.” She lowers one of her hands to grip my shoulder.

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