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I shake my head. “That’s three spankings.”
She digs her fingers into her thighs. “What? Why? I didn’t say anything bad!”
“You were thinking it.” Goldie scowls, and I lean back and tug on my cock. “I know you don’t believe me, but I love howsquishyyou are. You grew and sustainedlifehere.”
Goldie cuts her gaze from my face to her belly, to my cock, and back up again. I watch as her doubt slowly fades into acceptance, and her expression softens when we lock eyes.
And that does it. My balls seize, and I sit up higher on my knees. I angle my cock to paint her belly with my cum and speak without thinking. “I wish I could cum inside you.” My cock jerks twice more, and I drop my head back as my eyes flutter shut at the sheer force of the pleasure. “Want to watch your belly grow hard and round again with another baby.” Goldie makes a breathy sound that has me spurting off another rope of cum. “Think all our babies will have red hair like Lily? I hope so.”
Chapter 10
Goldie
“All our…did you just sayall our babies?” I almost screech, firmly back in reality. “I’ve known you for all of four days—not even—and now you’re thinking about us having babies? As in, together? This is crazy.”
If possible, I’m breathing harder now than when he licked his lips and traced the veins on my chest with his fingers. I’d never been touched so reverently like that before. I shove my shirt down, cringing when it sticks to my skin, thanks to Davis’s cum. What the hell am I doing?And why was that so hot?
Davis captures my wrists and holds them together with one hand. He clicks his tongue and clears his throat. “Sorry. I, uh, just got caught up in the moment. I didn’t…didn’t mean it.” His excuse isn’t all that convincing since he’s got his other hand under my shirt, rubbing his cum into my skin, dipping his wet thumb just below the waistband of my maternity panties.
So I test him on it. “You’re telling me that if I were able to have sex right now, you would use a condom or pull out instead of trying to get me pregnant?”
Davis’s brows bunch together. “Uh huh. That’s what I’m saying.”
“Then why is your dick getting hard again, Daddy?” I practically sneer the word.
Davis sits back on his heels and hangs his head on his shoulders with his eyes closed as he grips his shaft with a groan. “It’s torture, the things you say to me.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter because instead of running away, I get all fluttery inside again.
We both perk up when we hear Lily crying from the bedroom.
Davis shudders and hurries to stand. He shoves his cock in his pants, then helps me get my clothes situated without looking me in the eye. He holds his hands up, which are coated with his cum. “I need to clean up before—shit, so do you.” We’re both a mess, and Davis blows out a huge breath. “I’ll wash my hands and get Lily. Watch her if you want to take a shower.”
Of course, I do. I’m not going to pick up my baby and nurse her with his cum all over my torso, so I agree. My hands twitch with the need to hold Lily and soothe her when I make it into the bedroom, shortly followed by Davis, who scoops her up and kisses her cheek.
I don’t have time to wash my hair, knowing she’s hungry, and I hurry through washing Davis’s cum off my skin and the blood from my thighs. I didn’t think to grab a change of clothes before leaving the bathroom, and I can’t bring myself to put my dirty panties back on, so I squeeze my thighs together and take small steps, leaving the bathroom in just a navy blue towel.
Davis, swaying side to side with Lily in his arms, does a double take and parts his lips when he sees me. He swiftly hands Lily over before I can even grab a clean pair of panties from the plastic hospital bag on the bed. He shakes out his leg as he readjusts his dick, then mutters something about needing another freezing cold shower.
As I hold Lily, I replay what Davis said to me, imagining what a baby would look like with our red hair and some of Davis’sfeatures, and then I berate myself. Growing up without siblings, I was envious of my friends and their large families. I know that, eventually, I want to have more kids. Give Lily a brother or sister so she won’t grow up with the same envy I experienced. But to be thinking of such things so soon…and with a man I just met…
I’ve got to stop. I need to get my head screwed on straight and figure out how to support myself and Lily before I ever eventhinkabout getting anywhere near a man again.
I slump when Davis walks back into the bedroom with a bottle of water and hands it to me, his eyes on my exposed breast that Lily isn’t nursing from since my towel is around my waist.
“Go put some more clothes on,” I say grumpily.
He’s taken aback. “Why?”
“Because you look like that.” I wave up and down his body. Clean pair of plaid pajama pants and no T-shirt. Barefoot and hair damp and tousled. Sexy as sin and causing me to make stupid decisions.
Davis huffs and disappears into his closet. “Better?” he asks when he steps out a few minutes later.
I groan. “Really? Gray sweatpants?” At least he’s wearing a black T-shirt this time, even if it is tight.
He holds his arms out. “What’s wrong with gray sweatpants?”
“Just”—I wave to the closet—“go put something else on.”
