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The feeling of him inside me is so intense that my body trembles with the force of emotion. Pressure is building in my body, and I just need him to move, to fuck me.

“Yes. Just fuck me. And don’t be gentle.”

He starts fucking me, not going as hard as I want. I know he’s holding back because I’m pregnant.

“Harder, Kaden,” I whine. “You won’t hurt the babies, I promise.”

“You’re sure?” His jaw is tight, sweat beading on his forehead.

“I’m sure. Now, fuck me like you mean it.”

He plants his hands on the mattress on either side of me, brings his mouth down to my boob, and starts sucking on my tit while he pistons his cock in and out of me.

“Yes. That’s it,” I pant.

My feet press harder into the mattress. My hands grip his hair, keeping his mouth on my boob as he sucks, bites, andlaves my nipple. My pussy muscles contract around his cock, squeezing it.

“Fuck. You keep doing that, and I’m gonna come. You’re making me harder, baby. Can you feel my dick growing inside your pussy?”

“Yes.” I can feel the throb of his dick so very deep inside of me, hitting my hidden G-spot. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing this,” I tell him on a whimper.

Then, I’m coming with an explosion of bright lights and orgasmic confetti. My muscles locking up tight.

“Fuck, I’m coming, Beautiful,” Kaden grunts, his face burrowing into my neck as he comes inside of me.

He slips out of me, and I feel wetness trickle between my legs. He wraps me in his arms, cupping my chin in his hand as he stares at me for a long moment, then presses the sweetest kiss to my lips.

“Best way to wake up,” I murmur, fingers tracing paths on his chest.

“The only way we’re gonna wake up for the rest of our lives.”

I smile against his skin, knowing he feels it.

We’re quiet for a moment, just basking in our afterglow, and then one of the babies decides it’s time to kick Mama.

I’ve been having flutters and little kicks, but none as strong as this one that Kaden could feel.

“Did you feel that?”

“Was that—” Kaden gasps.

“Yeah. One of our little ones is awake and kicking strong.”

Kaden shifts so he can place both hands on my stomach and his face close to my bump. “Hey, little ones. I’m your daddy.”

His words are so simple, but he sounds so sincere and sweet that it brings a lump to my throat.

It’s another minute before we feel another kick, and the look on his face is something I’ll never forget. He looks awed.

“It’s amazing,” he says.

“It really is,” I agree.

We stay like that for a long while, but there are no more kicks, and my stomach starts to grumble.

“I’ll make us breakfast,” Kaden says, getting up from the bed, but not before giving me a lingering kiss that makes my chest go gooey. He pulls on his sweatpants.

“How about we go out for breakfast?” I suggest.

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