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“I’m nineteen. What do I know about love compared to you two?”

I always forget how young she is until she reminds me. It’s hard to remember or care when we’re like this. Like this, she’s just a woman like me, and Alik is a man, and none of the other stuff that makes us who we are matter.

“All the more for us to keep teaching you then,” I declare. I give Kiya one more kiss before moving out the way so Alik can throw Kiya over his shoulders with a squeal and take us upstairs.

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Alik

“N

ow try it on this wall,” Kiya instructs, bracing her hand on her back even as she sits in the chair she had brought to the room so she could watch me.

“We already tried that wall.”

She frowns at me and then smiles and says, “I want to see it again.”

If she weren’t seven months pregnant with my child, I’d bend her over this fucking crib and spank her ass until it was red and raw. If this wasn’t part of making penance to her for lying about murdering my father and getting her into the mess we all narrowly escaped our lives with even if she wasn’t pregnant, I’d spank her ass until it was red and raw and she was begging me to fuck her before purposely denying her the pleasure.

Instead I glare at her. She smiles, very aware of the irritation she’s causing and also very aware that I’ve got too much pride to make her stop or back down from the challenge she presented to Nadia and me.

As soon as she has my son and recovers from childbirth, I’m taking her to our sex dungeon, and I’m going to get her so wound up, make her beg to make her come for hours, then leave her tied to the bed all wound up overnight and unable to do anything about it. And I’m going to keep it going until she apologizes for being such a brat this entire pregnancy and means it. But that won’t be for a few months yet. So I just grudgingly move the fucking crib.

Again.

“I have more important things to do than setting up a room when we can pay people to do this,” I remind in irritation that’s not really for her.

There’s nothing particular pressing, but one of our important donors just pulled out our organization, and we have to replace them. It’s not too bad. Zeta Links Enterprises wasn’t ourmostimportant donor. But the loss of them from the influence the new fiancé of their twenty-seven-year-old heir has on the CEO and his owner father is annoying, to say the least. I’d hoped not to have to do so much ruling theBratvawhile preparing for the arrival of my son. But alas.

Kiya caresses her swollen belly. “More important than our son?”

“You know what I mean, Kitten.”

“But paying people to do it isn’t as fun and magical as decorating and setting up our baby’s room ourselves.”

I don’t say anything as I move the bed. One day I’m going to get through Kiya’s head that hard work when she doesn’t have to do it isn’t fun or magical. Maybe by the time she takes a few pointless college classes and realizes hard work is overrated, she’ll be willing to hear it and then let me set her up like I offered her months ago.

As I’m getting the crib into place, I feel Kiya’s body come up behind me. Her hand snakes around to my stomach and then down to my cock where she grabs it through my pants.

“Paying someone else to do it is a lot less sexy too,” she says as she begins to stroke me up and down, hardening my cock.

“If you don’t stop, this crib is staying right where it’s at,” I warn.

“I don’t care about the crib right now.”

I turn around and kiss her. She eagerly responds with her lips, hands already searching to undo my belt and pants and get to my cock. In the meantime, I lift her sundress over her body, leaving her completely bare.

Pregnancy hasn’t been easy on Kiya. Many days she’s tired, just about all food makes her sick so she’s been subsisting off a diet of light, weakly seasoned soups with meat, she spent all of her twentieth birthday in bed because her back hurt so bad, and now that it’s summer, she’s always hot. If it weren’t for Isaak, I think she’d walk around the house naked all day until she gave birth. Isaak’s presence keeping her clothed is both unfortunate and fortunate. Unfortunate because I wouldn’t be opposed to being able to see her naked all day. Fortunate because I don’t think I’d get anything done because I’d want to fuck her on sight all the time. And since sex is just about the only thing that makes her forget her miserable pregnancy symptoms and feel better, I doubt Kiya would complain.

Once she’s got my cock out, she tugs me down to the floor with her. I lay on my back, and then she straddles me and sinks her cunt on my cock, swallowing me with her heat. She braces her hands on my chest and immediately begins to rock up and down on my cock, back and forth, chasing our pleasure.

I grab her hip with one hand and rub two fingers along the side of her cunt, around where my cock impales her. She’s going to get tired eventually. But she prefers to start like this, facing me or facing Nadia until she’s more concerned about coming than the position she comes in.

In the meantime, I enjoy the view of her breasts bouncing up and down. Her pointed nipples. The swell of her stomach, pregnant with our son. The feel of her nails digging into my chest as she braces herself while she rides me. Her heat consuming me, the inferno of pleasure roaring harder and more intense.

“Alik,” she whines.

I know what she needs without her saying it. I lift her off my cock and help her get onto her hands and knees before thrusting into her from behind. Her cunt already fits me like a glove, but in this position she’s even tighter and so wet.

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