Page 75 of Tex's Angel

She gently urges me down and I go all too willingly because I know what sweet treats await me. After teasing her nipples until they’re stiff little peaks, I nibble, nip, and lick heruntil she is squirming beneath me and urging me downward again. I always take my time pleasuring her and linger until she urges me on because I can’t stand the thought of her not getting enough of the pleasure she prefers. It’s my duty and honor to please her after all.

I move down to worship her belly. Cupping her small baby bump with both hands, I try to sense if we are having boys or girls. Of course I cannot tell, and it’s foolishness to keep trying. However this is my favorite game so I will likely never give it up. What man could resist kissing and caressing his wife’s baby bump?

When she urges me down again, I go straight for the heaven located between her legs.

I pull her glistening slit open and gaze upon the most wonderful sight I have ever seen. It makes me eager to put my mouth on her.

An eager man is a sloppy man, I tell myself, forcing myself to slow down. Clara deserves only the best from me every single time. I pride myself on making her come until she can’t take anymore.

I trace my tongue up and down her slit, stopping to swirl around her clit over and over again and she moans with pleasure. My Clara likes variation, so I rub the flat of my tongue gently over her clit while sliding a finger into her wet core. I tease her a bit before rubbing her g-spot as I suck on her clit. This always does the trick. She comes around my finger, grasping and pulling as she writhes beneath me. Gotta make sure she’s wet enough to take my thick cock.

I continue teasing her, but she pushes me away. “Enough, babe. I want your cock.”

I roll us over, pulling her on top because she loves to be in control of her orgasm, and I love to see her moving up and down on my cock with the kind of sensual grace I could never emulate in a million fucking years.

She starts out at a slow and languid pace and then moves faster and faster until we are burning up the sheets. I mostly keep my hands around her waist, helping her move up and down on my thick cock. She leans back giving me a glance of her pussy and the sight of it griping my shaft tightly. I’m soaked with her juices and it’s all I can do to stop myself blowing my load.

When Clara works herself up to an impossibly fast pace, I roll up out of the bed, cup my hands under her ass and walk across the room with her. Pressing her back against the wall, I wait for her to wrap her lovely long legs around my waist. Then I gleefully pound into her hard and fast until she comes screaming. Then I feel my own release as I fill her up with my come

Once we come back down to earth Clara reaches out and strokes my chest.

“That was amazing,” she tells me.

“More or less amazing than the last time?”

“More, I think.” Glancing up at me, she explains. “I think the more pregnant I get the hornier I get. I hate to think what I’m going to be like when I’m about to pop.”

I laugh, “I’m gonna be like a prize bull at rutting time. Don’t you worry little missy, I’m a gonna train so I’ll be ready to keep up with y’all.”

She laughs, “Keep up that talk mister, and you might unleash a cowboy kink.”

“Well, I do believe I still have my Stetson somewhere, if y’all want a game of rope the brisket?”

She gives me a playful shove, “Do I even want to know what that is?”

“Maybe not sugar britches.”

We lie there in silence for a few minutes before she stretches and finally asks the question I know she’s been dying to, “Would it be terrible if we sneaked a peak at the envelope the sonographer gave us?”

“You really want to spoil the surprise?” I ask.

“It’ll still be a surprise for all our friends. But I’d like to share this with you. I want all our special moments to be between us first.”

Pride swells in my chest and I nod. “Okay, if that’s what y’all want, that’s what we’ll do.”

I reach down, pull my vest up from the floor and fish out the envelope.

“You open it. I’m too nervous,” she tells me.

I open that envelope right up because I don’t care whether we’re having boys or girls. I’ll be happy with either. Ipull out the sheet of paper and try to figure out what I’m looking at.

“Well? What are we having?”

Turning the paper around I show her. “One of each, I think.”

She snatches the paper from my hands and studies it like her life depends upon it. When she lowers the paper, she’s grinning. “Yes, we’re having one of each!”

“Good job the nursery is being painted in gender neutral colors,” I say. My mind is racing, I’m having a girl. And a boy. Okay, I’ve had almost fifteen years’ experience of being a boy dad, but a girl dad? Damn… this is gonna be one huge rollercoaster.

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