Page 66 of Forbidden Surrogate

Each morning, I have to rub Delphine’s feet for a while so she can walk around without pain. I don’t envy the swelling she experiences daily, even if her anger can be difficult to deal with at times. She rests her feet in my lap as I position myself at the foot of the bed.

“Who are you texting?” I ask her.

“Nobody.”

But clearly, in the reflection of her glasses, I see blue and gray bubbles flying back and forth. She’s “not texting” this person a lot.

“Our contract requires you to remain faithful to me.”

She gives me a dirty look over the phone, distracted just long enough for me to snatch it from her. Delphine squeals and makes an effort to lunge for the phone, but it’s too late.

“Where is she?” I growl, squeezing Delphine’s phone tightly as she scratches at my forearms to get it back.

“I don’t know,” she says. “And if she finds out I told you I was talking to her, I’ll never find out…”

I hold the phone out of Delphine’s reach as she awkwardly tries to maneuver her pregnant body to grab the phone from me. She isn’t exactly the most coordinated woman while pregnant, so it’s easy for me to hold the phone out of reach and scan.

“When did this start?”

“Give it back, Luigi!” she says in the most serious voice she can muster.

“I just need to know she’s okay.”

“Give it back!”

“Fine.”

I hand it back to Delphine so she doesn’t topple over and injure our precious cargo for a hit of her addictive iPhone. Her demeanor settles immediately once her fingers grasp the phone. Delphine lays back and puts her feet right back up on my lap.This woman…

“If you somehow reveal to her that I told you, I will never forgive you.”

“I’m massaging your feet after you tried to fight me. I think I’ve earned at least one free pass.”

“You’re not getting the balls of my feet.”

“Tell me where my sister is or I’ll throw that phone into the harbor and give you a Motorola Razr. From 2009.”

“I don’t know where she is and she needs me to keep her secret until she’s ready to share it. I have my suspicions but… I don’t know for sure.”

“What suspicions?” I ask, conveniently finding the balls of Delphine’s feet to make her more pliable. Her feet are soft with a high arch in the middle, making it more painful for her to carry her weight now that she’s filled up with my seed and her pregnancy is quite visible.

She’s officially thirty weeks along and every inch of her glows with the fullness of her belly. The desire she provokes in me intoxicates me. Even her bare feet have a disturbingly arousing effect on me as I massage them. I’m not normally a foot guy, but as I rub the balls of Delphine’s feet, her toes wiggle and her calves shift in my lap just enough that she gets my dick rock fucking hard.

What the hell is happening to me?

Her ankle flexes as I move my fingers in slow circles along the sides of Delphine’s arch and my dick pushes up against my pants again. This has to be some bizarre mixture of pregnancy hormones and the fact that it has been around three days since the last time we slept together. She falls asleep early these days and it’s hard to move her when she’s cuddling against my chest for something as selfish as my sexual gratification.

But this denial of my urges has pushed me to the point where Delphine’s feet are now the sexiest pair I haveeverseen. Her toes wriggle again as I move along her ankle and the lower part of her feet. Fuck, those toes are sexy. I fight the dark urge to lower my lips to her feet and kiss them.

Would she react to my tongue against her toes? Delphine can be strangely conservative. She doesn’t like my tongue in her ass unless she has a shower first, even if I don’t mind the naturalflavor of the soft, textured folds around her back door. She must feel my cock pressing against my pants by now, but she ignores his throbbing presence. I don’t know what to make of that, either.

Does she feel the same ache that I do, or have her feelings faded since we entered Mikey’s decidedly unromantic man cave. He needs to learn the art of clean lines and minimalism instead of filling every square inch of this place with overpriced football crap.

I hit a sweet spot on Delphine’s feet, causing her to moan in an oddly sexual way. My cock jerks forward again in response to her moan.

“Damn, that feels good,” she whispers in a sexy voice that makes her sound like a jazz singer in the back of a smoky pub. Is she talking about my thumb kneading the balls of her feet or my dick’s efforts to jump out of my pants?

“You need this, clearly.”

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