Page 23 of Wistful Whispers

“And now what?” I challenge him with a smirk. He just grins back and grips me under my knees before dragging me to the edge of the bed.

“Put your feet on the frame.” He places each foot on the cool wood before disappearing.

“Where are you going?” I shout after him but there’s no reply as he leaves the bedroom. Loud banging noises travel down the corridor and I’m about to go in search of him when he returns with two large Plastic boxes I use to store my Christmas deco.

“Jake, what the fuck—”

“For your feet,” he winks and places both in front of me, wide enough apart so he can step between them.

“I feel a bit like I’m at the gynaecologist,” I laugh.

“If your doctor does what I’m planning to do to you we have to have a serious conversation.”

“Jake!” I can’t stop giggling, that is until he gives his beautiful cock a few pumps.

“Like what you see?” he winks.

“I need you,” I moan.

Jake runs one hand over the curve of my arse while using the other to guide himself into position.

I gasp as he sinks deep inside me, filling me completely with one swift thrust. A low growl rumbles in Jake’s chest as our bodies become one.

He sets a punishing pace right from the start, pounding into me with an intensity that leaves me breathless. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room as desire builds higher and higher with each powerful thrust.

Jake's relentlessly driving me closer to the edge with each moment. The bed creaks in protest as we move in perfect harmony, our bodies glistening with sweat. I can feel his handsgripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounds into me, claiming me as his own.

"Oh, Jake, I'm so close," I pant, my voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop, please."

He growls in response, his eyes dark with lust as he watches me. "You're mine, Hanny-bee. I'm going to make you come so hard."

His words send a shiver down my spine and I arch my back, offering myself to him even more. The sensation of his cock stretching me, filling me, is almost too much to bear. I can feel the orgasm building, coiling tightly in my belly and ready to explode.

"Harder," I beg, my voice laced with desperation. "Fuck me harder."

He obliges, increasing the pace and depth of his thrusts, his cock slamming into me with brutal force. I cry out, my body trembling as the orgasm rips through me, waves of pleasure crashing over me.

Jake's own release is imminent and he grips my hips tighter, driving into me with one final, powerful thrust. His hot cum spills into me and I can feel his body shudder as he comes, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He leans over me carefully to not squash the baby before placing a deep kiss on my lips.

“Move up,” he whispers and between featherlight kisses we crawl back up the mattress where he pulls me into his arms, our breathing heavy and laboured. I can feel his heart pounding beneath my hand, our skin sticky with sweat and the evidence of our passion.

"Thank you," I murmur, my voice soft and breathy.

“One moment of happiness,” he mumbles before his breathing slows down. These are the telltale signs that he’s falling asleep again. He’s right. Who knows what’ll come next, we just have to make these moments count.

“No, Jake! No!” I laugh out loud as he holds up yet another tiny little outfit. I needed to get a few more things for the baby and as always Jake tagged along as my bodyguard. He loves these shopping trips and if he could buy our little squirt the whole toy section he would.

“Oh, but it’s so cute.” He looks from the tiny little romper to me with puppy eyes.

“You’re going to spoil her rotten, aren’t you?”

“Of course,” he laughs and places the outfit in the shopping trolley.

“Jaaaake,” I protest, but he ignores me and heads towards the toy section. Over my dead body are we buying more toys. I waddle after him calling his name, but he purposely ignores me until I catch up with him in the aisle with the cuddly toys.

“No more toys!” I try to give him a stern look.

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