Page 79 of Fearless Bond

Barclay took his helmet off so he could kiss me goodbye.

“I’ll pick you up at half past four.”

“Quarter to five?”

He made an exaggerated sad face, and I giggled. “It’s just fifteen minutes! Today is art class, and I need to help Phil clean up.”

“Okay. What do you want for dinner?”

I mentally flipped through the growing menu of things I craved these days. “Pizza? I haven’t had pizza in ages. With cherry tomatoes and… pepperoni. Lots of cheese.”

Barclay grinned widely. “As long as you’re fine with store-bought dough, you got it.”

“Awesome.”

He gave me one more peck on the cheek and drove off.

My phone buzzed, so I paused in the daycare parking lot and pulled it out. Hunter had emailed me the pictures from the ultrasound.

I flipped through them, smiling. Then I picked one and sent it to my father.

He’d been calling once a week. Our conversations had been stilted at best, but he hadn’t threatened or lectured me, so I considered it major progress.

He replied in a few seconds.

Father:Congratulations. I’m looking forward to meeting my grandson.

Four months pregnant

I draped myself over the edge of the mattress with my feet up. My rounded belly and full pecs looked more pronounced when I rested on my elbows. Listening to the shower, imagining Barclay all wet, I was hard already. I reached between my spread legs, stroked myself, and tickled the underside of my cock. I was so horny it wasn’t funny. Good thing Barclay was just as insatiable as me.

The door to the bedroom opened, and he paused. Leaning on the doorframe, he shook his head.

“If you could see yourself.”

“What? How do I look?” I let go of my cock and brushed my hand over the curve of my stomach before cupping my left pec.

“Like a fucking siren.”

His cock grew and hardened in front of my eyes, and I licked my lips at the breathtaking sight. He charged at me then crouched by the bed, leaning over me.

“You look like you need to get fisted and fucked and fisted again.”

I groaned, my head falling back, when he sucked my cock into his mouth. He circled my rim with his fingers and began burrowing inside. The pregnancy made me so flexible that I could take whatever he gave me and be grateful for it.

I loved the moment when my rim was stretched impossibly wide around his knuckles, but I was still hollow inside. Then my body gave up its resistance, letting him in, and his bulky hand surged into me. My inner muscles squeezed around it with relief.

“Oh fuck yes!”

A few pumps, his fingers prodding the mouth to my womb, and I was coming. Barclay milked my gland from the inside and sucked my cum out of my cock as if it were a straw.

Then he scowled down at me, his face nearly feral.

“We’re going to play a game.”

I panted. The orgasm was still making me tingle. His entire fist was up my gut. What game?

“You’re going to push my hand out. Like a good little papa when he gives birth.”

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