Page 55 of Tiago

My breath hitches.Nine months…?When it occurs to me what he means, I stop breathing.

Tiago turns the page, and I nearly faint.I can’t blink or look away.I’m mesmerized.It’s me.I’m so pregnant I’m about to burst.There’s even a faint line running from my belly button toward my pussy.I’ve seen that on pregnant bellies before.My breasts are twice their normal size.My areolas are huge.My nipples are enlarged, too.

I lean closer.My nipples aren’t just bigger; they’re swollen and tight, a faint drop of milk hovering at the tips.He captured all of that with a pencil.

I look like a Greek goddess.Like a statue.Voluptuous and wanton.My hair is fuller and longer.My body is fuller all over.I’ve put on weight.Not a lot.The right amount.

But I’m drawn back to my breasts.Holy fuck.I look amazing.My heart races as I reach up to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples as if it’s necessary in order to keep them from dripping milk even now.

I clench my thighs tight.I can’t look anymore.I’m turned on by myself.My future self.I close my eyes and lean my head back against Tiago’s shoulder.

There’s a rustling sound as Tiago must be closing the sketchpad.A moment later, he leans us forward to set the pad on the floor.Afterward, he swings us around so he can lean against the back of the chaise.

I’m still between his knees, but now I’m stretched out more.

I’m so horny I might come.The image of future me, pregnant with his child, is making me tremble.I want that.I want to look like that.For him.Nine months from now, I want to lie on this chair for real and have him sketch me just like that.

Tiago lifts my legs under my knees and parts them.He sets my feet on either side of his thighs, spreading me open.“Keep your feet planted on the lounge, baby.If you move them, I’ll swat your pussy.”

My breath hitches.My eyes are still closed.It’s as if I don’t have the energy or the will to open them.Or maybe I just like the blissful state I’m in, a strange, futuristic place where I’m round and full and about to give birth.If I don’t look down at myself, I can be that woman.

Tiago gently pries my hands from my breasts and lifts them over our heads.“Thread your fingers in my hair, baby,” he whispers.

I gladly do as I’m told, even though I’m so very exposed in this position.My breasts are high, and my pussy is wide open.

“Good girl…” His lips are on my ear.“Give me your neck, baby…”

I tip my head more to the side.

“That’s my good girl.”His hands trail lightly down my body.He circles my nipples while he kisses my neck.“Stay still for me, Reagan.Don’t move a muscle.”

I groan.It’s hard to obey his directive.I’m so aroused.“I need…”

“I know what you need, baby.I’m going to give it to you.”

I shake my head slightly.“No… I mean, I need that picture to be real,” I admit.I also need to come, but I know he’d like to hear the truth about how I’m feeling about his sketch.

He growls against my neck.“It will, baby.Just say the word, and that will be you as soon as possible.”

“Mmm.”All I have to do is one simple thing—agree to marry him.He will make it happen so fast that it will all seem like a blur.

He lightly pinches both of my nipples, making me arch and moan.“Stay still, baby.I’ll make you feel so good if you can be a good girl for me and lie still…”

Will he stop if I move?I don’t want to find out.I’m so aroused I’m close to begging.I focus on how it feels for him to pinch my nipples.It makes me think of what it will feel like to have them suckled or pumped.I lick my lips.“Will they really drip like that before I give birth?”I whisper.The man knows so much more than me about pregnancy.

He licks behind my ear.“Yes, baby, because I will suckle and pump your ripe little teats ahead of time to stimulate them so they start producing milk.”

I moan so loudly it vibrates off the walls in this nearly empty room.Wetness leaks out of me as my pussy clenches.I’m going to come.Oh…God… The thought of Tiago suckling my breasts… Pumping them…?What does he mean?

His words should freak me out.Instead, I find myself feeling like he’s fucking me with his description.It’s like his cock is sliding in and out of my virgin hole.Nothing is inside me, and yet it’s right there.His dirty talk is driving me to sense things that aren’t real.

“Pump them…?”I ask out loud because I want him to continue talking.I want him to describe what he means.

“Yes, baby.I’ll get a powerful little portable breast pump.The kind women use to extract their milk when they aren’t with their baby or when the infant doesn’t fully drain them.You won’t use it yourself, though, Reagan.I will do it for you.”

I clench my pussy as he describes what he intends to do.He cups my breasts, making them feel fuller than they are, weighing them, flicking my nipples until they’re so hard they could cut something.

“You want that, don’t you, baby?You can’t wait for me to take care of your body like that.You won’t decide when or where to extract your milk.I will make that decision.Sometimes, I will pump you dry and give you total relief.Other times, I will make you wait until your udders are so engorged they ache for me to take care of them.”

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