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“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Well, I think if it says you’re pregnant, I get to fuck you as my reward,” he said.

She snorted. “And if it says I’m not pregnant?”

“Then I get to fuck you to make you pregnant.”

Willow looked at him through the mirror. “So it’s a win-win situation for you.”

“Baby, haven’t you realized by now, I don’t lose, not ever?” He kissed her neck and she released a moan.

The two minutes were a long fucking time and his dick was hard as a rock.

“Carson,” she said.

He looked down at the stick. “What does it say?”

“It says that I’m pregnant.”

He grabbed her dress and pushed it up to her waist. He tore at her panties, got rid of them quickly, swiped them from her body, and tossed them aside. He eased his pants open, pulled out his dick, and within seconds he was balls-deep inside her.

Staring at her reflection, he saw the plumpness of her lip, the flush to her cheeks. It wasn’t enough for him, he needed more, because he was greedy. Shoving the dress down her arms, he released the catch of her bra, and now she looked perfect. Her tits on show, her nipples were so big, he loved to suck on them, and it wouldn’t be long before she was heavily pregnant with his child. He couldn’t fucking wait.

His mission was to keep her pregnant.

Carson had never considered himself a family man but for Willow, he would do anything it took.

“Please,” she said.

He cupped her tits, teasing the nipples, before sliding down toward her clit. Stroking her nub, he heard her cry out, his name a constant as it spilled from her lips.

“Come for me, baby. I want to fucking fill you with my cum,” he said. He noticed that she loved it when he talked dirty to her.

He had no problem doing whatever his woman wanted.

“Do you love my cock in your pussy?” he asked.

“Yes, please, don’t stop,” she said.

“I’m not going to stop. You’re going to take it all.” He grabbed her hip and pounded inside her, going to the hilt, and when she came, he gave her time to get over the peak, and only then did he focus on his own release.

Flooding her womb as he came, he was thinking about the child he had already placed inside her.

His child.

His woman.

They were his fucking world.

Chapter Nine

Two Months Later

Carson didn’t waste any time. The moment he found out she was pregnant, they flew to Vegas, and she was now Mrs. Willow Dexter. There was no hiding that she was pregnant anymore. Willow put her hand on her stomach, feeling the slight bump of their boy or girl. They didn’t know the sex yet. The first time, it had been too early to tell, and the last time, the doctor had said their child was shy. This of course had been hilarious to Carson, the thought of his child being bashful.

Willow had to admit, if it was a boy, she hoped he’d be nothing like Carson’s father, but certainly like hers.

“I don’t like this,” Miley said.

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