Page 52 of Always Yours

He groans out a “fuck” when I slide him inside of me and clench myself around him.

His hands grab my hips as he helps me fuck myself on him and I scratch my nails on his chest as I push down on him.

That brings him closer. I can tell by the way he’s speeding up my hips and lifting his to meet my thrusts. One hand moves to my clit as he helps me reach my second orgasm.

My nails dig into his skin when I find myself falling over the edge and complete pleasure comes over me. I feel his hot release inside of me as he shouts my name.

“Fuck,” he says gasping.

“That’s one way to wake up,” I say with a small laugh.

“You looked so good and delicious in my bed in your pretty black panties and belly swollen with my child that I couldn’t help myself.”

I smile, but roll my eyes at his words. The black panties are maternity ones; they are the most comfortable things I have ever worn. I swear, when I first tried them on, I went out and got five more packs. He will be lucky if I wear any other kind of underwear again.

“You can wake me up like that every morning. It’s a good substitute for coffee since I can’t have any,” I say with a wink, so he knows I’m teasing.

“So, you’re saying I have to compete for coffee once the kid pops out?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

I nod my head. “It’s heavenly. I wish I could drink it.”

“You know, I think the coffee shop in town makes decaf of whatever drinks they make. I could send for one for you if you want,” he says.

I perk up at his words.

“Wait a minute, are you telling me you knew about this but never thought to share that information?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

He chuckles.

“I didn’t know you missed it. You never said anything.”

I look at him shock.

“What? Every sigh when I watch you drink your cup wasn’t enough of a hint?”

“I guess it could be if I was a smart man, but I just thought you were looking at me dreamily and wondering how you landed a stud like me,” he says, grinning.

“You better go get me my coffee or you will have to worry about getting lucky,” I growl out.

He chuckles at my words but gets out of bed to head to the washroom and clean up. I follow him and wait for him to finish so I can do my business and have a shower of my own.

He shakes his head as I wait, since I refuse to pee in front of him. That is just a line I’m not ready to cross. Even when he tells me it’s only natural and everyone does it, he knows I just won’t.

“My coffee better be here when I get out,” I shout as he leaves to get dressed.

“Don’t forget to wear your cut. There’s still a bunch of other charters here since everyone partied hard last night,” he shouts back.

I shout out an “okay” before getting ready for the day.

When I step out of the room, fully dressed and showered, I see the club girl from last night and a couple of girls behind me. They are all looking at me with hatred in their eyes, so I give him the bored stare.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” I ask, not letting them think for a second that they scare me because they don’t.

“You think I would just let you get away with humiliating me like that?” the main girl sneers at me.

“You humiliated yourself. I was just showing you your place,” I say.

“My place? You should know your place. You’re maybe knocked up with his kid, but that’s all you have. He will get bored of you and come begging to have me,” she says smugly.

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