Page 63 of Pretty Little Disaster

“I didn’t like what she said, okay?” I admit, never feeling so wide-open and vulnerable in my life.

“I can understand that.” His lips touch against my jaw as his hands continue to knead me through my bra. “But her words should mean nothing. She’s not important to us.”

“Nic, I…”

“These tits are getting huge, I’ll bet they’re going to start leaking soon.” He makes it sound as if the idea excites him, and I allow him to slide my bra straps off my shoulders and pull the lace down so he can examine them fully. “They’re feeling heavy.” He tests the weight of them in his palm before his fingers trail around my nipples. “Filling up so you're ready to feed our baby.” His hand lowers to stroke over the big, round belly that sticks out in front of me.

“I’m scared, we’re getting close and this baby’s got to come out soon,” I admit with a shaky breath.

“It’s okay to be scared.” He slides his hand through my hair before he starts to braid it for me. It’s something he often does before we go to bed, and I find it so soothing. “It’s a big deal.” He reaches over to the vanity table and grabs a hair band so he can tie it up. “I don’t want you getting stressed about it, when the time comes, you and I are going to deal with it just fine.” He leads me over to the bed and I sit on the edge of the mattress.

“I’m glad you didn’t do as your father said and marry those girls,” I admit, looking up at him and feeling like such an idiot. My mood swings have been getting so much worse these past few days, and I’m sure they’re worse due to my nerves.

“Maybe what I wanted all along was right there in front of me, I just wasn’t seeing it.” Climbing his body over mine he lies me back against the mattress and kisses me, rolling his tongue around mine as his fingers force my panties off my hips.

“I’m sorry for bei–”

His head shakes when I try to apologize. “You're pregnant, you're allowed to be antsy.” He kisses his way down to my tits, taking them in his hands again and when I watch him bring my nipple to his mouth and suck it deep, I’m surprised at how good it feels.

“Are you going to be a good girl and give me a taste?” He looks up at me as his tongue rolls around my areolas.

“I don’t know if they're ready?” I shake my head and laugh.

“Baby, they’re ready.” He sucks deeper and I clutch his shoulder when I feel it right in the center of my core and hear him starting to moan.

“Fuck, Lorna.” He squeezes my other tit in his hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers until I notice it starting to drip.

“I told you they were ready.” He moves up my body, filling my mouth with his tongue, and ensuring I taste what's on it.

“You taste that, princess? I know your body better than you know it, yourself.” He presses his forehead into mine. “You’re going to look so fucking hot feeding our baby with these juicy tits.” He continues to stimulate me until I drip all over his fingers, then he raises those fingers up to his mouth so he can suck them clean. “Just when I didn’t think you could get any more perfect.” He stands up and spreads my legs, wrapping his arms around my thighs and dragging my ass to the edge of the mattress so he can enter me. There are not many positions we can comfortably do it in now that I’ve gotten so big, but I appreciate this one when he makes a long, deep thrust inside me.

“Hold those pretty tits in your hands and squeeze them for me,” he tells me, watching over me as he pumps me full of his cock. “You look so ready to have this baby.” His hand makes a circle over my stomach before he clenches it possessively. “Look at you, leaking all over your fingers.” He takes two of his own and trails them over my stretched-out skin. “It doesn’t get more perfect than this.”

He takes my leg and rests it on his shoulder, kissing the arch of my foot softly before he grazes it with his teeth. “Fuck, Lorna, you’re so fucking tight.” He holds my belly firmly as he slams into me. “You grip hold of my cock like you're scared to fucking lose it,” he growls, sliding his tongue from my heel to my toe. “How can you be this fucking pregnant and still so desperate?”

My back arches from the bed, making my belly stick out higher. “That’s a good girl, you show me.” His eyes fix on mine and he smiles proudly. “You show me what a clever girl you are.” I feel myself starting to build as he strokes his hand over it proudly. “You fucking love it when I touch you here, don’t you? You love having my attention on this big, pregnant belly. You love having this pregnant pussy filled with cock. Tell me how much. Tell me how much you love that I put my seed in you.”

I come for him, instead, grabbing at whatever I can to keep me grounded as his hard thrusts send me over the edge and I feel the room start to spin.

“Holy shit, you're soaking me. Is that…Fuck!” Nic closes his eyes and grips my hip as he comes, himself. Unexpectedly, judging by the shocked look on his face.

He takes a few seconds to catch his breath before sliding out of me and staring between my legs.

“Are you okay?” he checks.

“Never better.”I stretch my arms back over my head and notice the panic on his face as he reaches across to the nightstand and picks up his phone.

“What are you doing?” I yawn, starting to wonder what’s wrong as he frantically starts to dial.

“I’m calling Dr.Walsh. I think your waters just broke,” he tells me, rushing to get dressed while he waits for an answer.

“False alarm.” Dr Walsh retracts the spectrum from between my legs and smiles at us both.

“What do you mean, false alarm? You didn’t see the mes?—”

“I’m sure the doctor knows what he’s talking about, Nic.” I grip hold of his shirt and give him a death stare.

“But you…It was…” Nic is still in hyperventilation mode as he tries to get his words out, and if our trip to the doctor’s office today, has proved anything it’s that he needs to work on his relaxation skills.

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