by Jenna Rose
“Yeah?” I whisper, grinding against his bulge that’s barely contained within his mesh gym shorts. He’s all hot and sweaty, having just finished his workout, and I thought I’d surprise him by offering to give him a sponge bath.
“What do you love about me?” I ask him. There’s nothing I love more than listening to him whisper in my ear.
“I love these,” he says, running his firm hand across my breasts. “I love this,” he says, grabbing my ass with his other hand. “I love your unbelievable curves and the way you make my cock hard every time I see you.”
“Fuck…” I moan as he gently kisses my ear. I’m so wet for him – ready to take every one of his thick inches that still manage to stretch me out every time he gives them to me.
“I love waking up to you in the morning,” he goes on. “I love the way you swallow my cock. I love watching your ass bounce on my dick, and I love that you’re going to be the mother of my children.”
He moves his hand across my pregnant belly, which not only makes me smile, but makes me feel warm and powerful inside. I got pregnant right away, and when my body started to change, I was self-conscious at first. But that all went away once I saw Dawson’s reaction.
He loved the way my body grew, the extra curves and the way I had a “pregnant glow.” I don’t really know what that means, but if he likes it, that’s good enough for me. I never thought I’d be the kind of girl to get pregnant so young – I mean, I’m not even old enough to drink yet – but after falling head over heels in love for Dawson, there was no other option.
After the media frenzy with Senator Bryant calmed down, I founded an organization called “Hope For Women,” whose goal is to find and expose men like Bryant and bring them to justice, as well as working with those women whose lives have been shattered and try to help them put the pieces back together.
Dawson is in the middle of training for the FBI. He wants to work his way up into a position where he can work for the same goal as I am, and I just know that once he’s made it to where he needs to be, those bad men better watch out.
I close my eyes as he peels my panties down. I let them drop to my ankles and spread my legs as he drops his shorts. Without waiting, he slides his cock straight inside me.
“Oh, wow…” I moan as he stretches me and doesn’t stop pushing until he’s buried inside me, his swollen crown pressed firm against my cervix. Sometimes, from the right angle, it feels like he’s all the way in my stomach.
“God, that pussy’s tight,” he growls, driving me insane. He starts to fuck me and I feel his balls slap against my clit with each thrust. I look back over my shoulder and he leans in to kiss me, slipping his tongue into my mouth with a hungry desire that I give right back to him. It’s not long before my climax rocks me and threatens to take me off my feet.
My body quivers and I start to shake, making a breathy noise with my lips as the waves of ecstasy roll through me. He’s gripping my waist with his strong hands, and dripping sweat all over my back. He’s such a fucking man.
“I feel that pussy coming on my dick,” he growls as he reaches up and cups my breasts.
“Mmm, you like that, baby?” I ask him, channeling my inner porn goddess. “You like that tight hole?”
“I fucking love it,” he purrs as he starts fucking me with long, deliberate strokes.
“I thought I was going to give you a sponge bath?” I tease as I take his incredible dick.
“You are,” he whispers. “But not until I’ve had my way with you.”
“I’m yours, baby,” I tell him. “I’m all yours.”
The End
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