by Rye Hart
“I’d love to have another daughter. Then we could always try again later for a boy.” I was serious. I wanted a big family with Sarah. I wanted to hold her in my arms and feel the swell of her belly and see her features round out with a gorgeous glow. My cock stiffened thinking about it and I ground myself into her. Her eyes widened and she cupped my face and then kissed me.
“I’m not getting any younger. If this one isn’t a boy, I’m not sure I’ll want to try again.” She paused as if she’d said too much and then it was my eyes widening.
“If this one? Does that mean you’re going to let me try and get you pregnant?”
“As if you haven’t been trying.” She blushed and I smiled knowing I had been a bit more free about where I spilled my seed, and just like that I had the aching desire to unload a heavy stream into her tight channel that very moment.
“It wants to try now.” I glanced down at my hard length bulging in my jeans. It twitched as if begging to get at her.
“I don’t think it’s going to have any success.” She nipped at my nose and stroked me through my jeans.
“You’re a tease. If you’re going to give him a handshake you’ll have to take him home.” She wasn’t going anywhere now. And for some reason she laughed.
I kissed her so she’d stop and that’s when she put a hand at my chest to stop me. “Close your eyes.”
I gave her a glare and then popped my lids shut tight.
I felt her move in front of me and then after some shuffling she said Okay.
I opened my eyes not prepared for what I was seeing. In her hand was one of those little plastic wands women peed on to see if they were pregnant.
My heart hammered in my chest as I snatched it from her hand and read the results. A pink plus sign shone on the little stick, one more clear than the other, but it was most definitely positive. But just to make sure this wasn’t a joke, I had to get her to clarify. “Does that mean you are? Already?”
She nodded proudly, but I felt myself go weak in the knees. I collapsed forward, holding Sarah, or was she holding me? I don’t know but it was the most awesome day of my life and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have such a wonderful person in my life. I flattened my palm on her belly and it was already tight with her womb preparing for my little one.
“I haven’t told anyone else. But I thought maybe you’d want to tell them today?”
I considered taking her hand and running downstairs to tell everyone the good news, but instead decided it was the perfect time to have her all to myself.
Bonus Chapter – Sarah
Hunter’s face was priceless as he read the test. I had wanted to wait for a special moment to tell him, but knowing the others were there, it seemed like as good a time as any. However, I knew I wanted his first reaction all to myself. It was an intimate moment I’d dreamt about since we’d started talking about babies. I had protested at first, unsure he’d be happy with anything other than a boy. He stood there with his eyes filling with tears, his hand on my tummy which was already causing my pants to be tight.
“I’m so happy. I don’t want to go down and tell anyone yet. I want to enjoy you for myself for a little while.” He captured my lips and kissed me deep with an urgency that had me panting when he broke away. “Is it weird that I’m so turned on by getting you pregnant?”
“It turns me on too. I’m proud to give you a child. Boy or girl.” His eyes flashed with his grin and he leaned down and lifted up my shirt, kissing my tummy and brushing my tight, aching nipples. I moaned out and stilled his hands. “Those are a bit sensitive.”
“Then I’ll be careful with you.” He scooped me up and carried me to the bed and placed me gently upon it. He stretched out beside me his hand caressing every part of me, but especially my tummy. Then he dipped down and kissed me there and then rubbed his hand across my sex.
I was so wound up by the time he slipped off my pants that I practically tackled him, laying him back to shrug his pants down so I could get to him. I stroked his proud cock which stood at attention just for me and then I twisted his balls in my grip just the way he liked it, nice and soft. But I didn’t have to be careful with him and I wasn’t going to break myself, despite his notions.
I lowered my head, taking him into my mouth, just the tip at first, teasing and licking, nursing his slit where I could taste a nice hint of salt. I licked my way down his shaft, grazing my teeth along it until he hissed out a breath through his teeth and moaned.
I sucked his sac, pulling his tight nut into my mouth and giving it a tug, then I did the other in the same manner before releasing them to hang heavy. I stroked his shaft as I put my mouth to work on his throbbing hot cock. The heat it radiated warmed my lips and I sucked and pulled, milking his hot nectar. He twitched and a nice taste of pre cum splashed in my mouth, but I pulled back knowing he wasn’t ready. I swallowed what he’d given and then took him back in relaxing my throat enough to swallow his thick shaft. In an overambitious moment, I brought his head so far back my tummy tightened and I gagged a little, which pulled another splash of his nectar forth. I gulped it down as the ache in my core pulsed.
I needed him inside me. I crawled up to my knees and straddled him, my dripping core ready above him, and I took him into my hands and stroked him, aiming for my center where the ache was building with each passing second.
Even though he had always been a tight fit, I’d gotten so familiar with his cock and its capabilities that I wasted no time inching it in. I sat right on it with confidence as it spread me to my limits and my pulsing walls gripped him, milking more of his delicious seed as I rode him nice and steady.
He angled his hips upward and I leaned back, letting his length rub against my tender spot and as it built for my release, that sweet ease that I craved, I kept riding relentlessly until I got what I needed.
I ground against him, his base splitting me even further, and the sweet pulses of pleasure fell upon me causing me to collapse against his chest. I kept him deep, the pleasure too great to pull away now, and then my orgasm came, taking the last of my energy with it. I stopped all movement and Hunter picked me up and before I knew it I was on my back and he pumped into me, multiplying my pleasure tenfold as he hiked up my legs and thrust wildly. He ground his hips against mine, his tight ass tensing and releasing as he did, and I held onto him afraid that if I didn’t I’d fall apart.
I had a long road ahead with the pregnancy, and it was already zapping my energy, but increasing my pleasure. My breasts ached, but he suckled them gently and massaged them which brought a heat to my core and another release occurred, this one causing me to yell out. Hunter covered my mouth with his hand and laughed.
“There’s a party downstairs, baby.”
“I can’t help it, it’s so intense.” I never wanted him to stop, but alas his own release came, soaking my channel, spilling his hot seed to my depths. It was like getting a shot of adrenaline and suddenly I found a burst of new energy. I sat up and he met me there, kissing my mouth with a hunger and pride that could only come from a man tending his woman’s needs.
“Let’s rinse off and then we’ll go downstairs. I can’t wait to tell everyone.” He took my hand, but my legs were so weak with the workover that he scooped me into his arms.
“Does the fact that you can’t walk mean I did a good job?” He reached for the faucet and then put me to my unsteady legs.
“What do you think?” He helped me in the shower, soaping me up and rinsing away his seed that had spilled down my thighs. He used a soft hand, rubbing gentle circles across my breast, down my belly and even beneath the clef at the top of my thighs. As he dragged his hand there I winced as a shot of pleasure rolled through me. It was an aftershock of the orgasm he’d given, a nice reminder of what we’d shared.
He was done before I was and stepped out, turning off the shower so he could hand me a towel. Instead he decided to do the job himself, patting my body with care and love before wrapping it around me and draw
ing me close.
“You take your time and I’ll get dressed and make sure our family is all gathered when you come down. You can be the one to tell them. We’ll let Tani go out and tell her friends if she wants.”
“I hope she’s excited. I want her to want a sibling. They could have fun together and she’d be a great big sister.” Part of me worried about the age difference, and if Tani would like the idea of having a small baby around the house at nine.
“She’s going to be thrilled and of course she’ll be wonderful at it.” Hunter gave me a reassuring look and then left me to finish getting ready.
I took my time drying my hair, but instead of fixing it with an iron I decided to let it lay flat. The day was almost over and I was beat. I walked out to the room to get ready and found that Hunter had laid out fresh clothes before he left so I pulled them on and checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading down.
Everyone had gathered in the kitchen and I could tell that Tani was raring to go back out to the pool. Hunter gave me a reassuring glance and then stood up straight, lifting his chin like a proud papa.
I passed Angie at the foot of the stairs. “That was some break.” Angie pulled her lips in tight and gave me a sly grin.
I nudged her and went to stand with Hunter who put his arm around me. “Sarah has some news and a special birthday surprise for Tani.” He looked at me as if to say take it away, and I choked up for a moment with all of the eyes watching me, as if looking for clues in my eyes. All around the room they stood and even though it was just Hunter, Tani, and his mother, with Angie, Barney, and the baby, it felt like a crowd.
“Well?” Tani jumped up and down waiting for her surprise and I wished her father hadn’t made such a big deal about it. What if she was disappointed after all?
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “I’m pregnant.” I heard the cheers and knew it was safe to open my eyes and as I did Tani came around the counter and hugged my waist burying her face into my tummy.
“That’s the coolest thing ever!” She turned and hugged her dad and then me again. “Can I go tell my friends?
“Sure you can.” The tears were already staining my face when she turned around and ran off to share her news.
“Congratulations, Sis.” Angie fell into tears and we both cried like babies. Beside us Hunter and Barney exchanged a look.
Barney patted Hunter on the back. “It’s hormones. You’ll get used to it.” The two of them shared a laugh and then Hunter’s mother joined in.
Even though I’d been accepted long ago, I hadn’t felt linked to them as strongly as I did at that moment. Knowing Hunter and I had a child that would bond us forever made me feel complete.
The End
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CHAPTER ONE –ABIGAIL
“Hold on to your panties! This trip will be one to remember, and if all goes as planned you’re going to come back a whole new woman, Abigail Carter. I can promise you that. Heck you’ll probably have a hard time even walking straight after Madrid is through with you.”
“Stop it, Libby.” A blush stained my cheeks when I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one around us had overheard. Luckily, the lunch crowd was loud enough to drown out most of our conversation. I turned back to look at Libby who shrugged her tanned shoulders. “What is wrong with you? Don’t say things like that out loud. You never know who's listening to us.”
Libby rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Chillax’ girl! I think your Dad has made you a bit too paranoid and sheltered from all those bodyguards with sticks up their you know what. I’m just saying I want you to prepare yourself to let loose for once in your life and what better time than this trip to Madrid with your best friend?” Libby asked. She grinned at me. “Think of it this way. This trip is your first real trip unsupervised. We are going to have a damn good time, Abi. I’m telling you.”
“I have no doubts that we will,” I replied with a grin. Excitement bubbled inside of me just thinking of it. Ever since I was five, I could remember a bodyguard always walking alongside me. Having a Dad who prosecuted terrorists on behalf of the United States government had a tendency to attract threats. Being the protective man my had always been, he took no chances when it came to the safety of my Mom and I. The bodyguards were always there.
It wasn’t until I hit college that I realized, with aggravation, that most of these guards had a tendency to relay information about every small detail of my life back to my Dad. It made dating a bit complicated, since most of the male population at Harvard knew exactly who my Dad was. From day one, guys were terrified to even go anywhere near me. The burly and big muscled bodyguards didn’t exactly make for attractive accessories for a petite gal like myself to flaunt around. All I’ve ever wanted was to be normal for a change.
Don’t get me wrong. I was always grateful for the hard work my Dad put into his career and constant efforts to ensure the safety and security of Mom and me; though, I would have given anything to just breathe a little. Growing up, that never really happened for me.
Not this time though. A jittery feeling filled me thinking of it. This time, I was on my own finally. It was liberating.
“Our postponed spring break,” Libby said, taking a sip of water. “At least we can do this before our jobs start up here in Manhattan.”
“Thankfully,” I said. “I know my Dad too. He’ll give me cases that keep me too occupied to think of anything else.”
“That’s why I’m telling you we are going to find a sexy Spanish man to please you over the next three months.” Libby sighed dreamily as she twirled a golden curl around her finger. “Three months in Spain is terribly romantic. Maybe I’ll find a Spanish lover too. Oh… what if we found brothers? How cool would that be?”
“You will, but who knows about me. We know I’m not exactly a natural,” I said and gave Libby an envious look. She had killer tanned legs, long blonde curls, and looked fresh and put together no matter what time of the day it was. “You won’t have any problems attracting a Spanish man or any man for that matter. You don’t have problems in that department at all.”
“Neither do you,” Libby said. “You’re gorgeous, Abi. They are going to eat you up over there. Literally!!” Her laugh was contagious, but it was lost on me. My thought threatened to consume me.
I played with the ends of my hair nervously. I was the only one out of my circle of friends who had zero experience when it came to men. The last guy I had kissed was after a study session for my English Lit sophomore final. Naturally, the bodyguard at the time who followed me around reported that back to my parents. It was the awkward lecture afterward that deterred me from ever trying something again, though I th
ought about it all of the time.
And now, at twenty-two years old, I was still a virgin and fucking terrified of sex. The only things I’d been exposed to came from living vicariously through Libby who gladly filled me in on tricks and such.
I longed for it though— desperately. I was such a romantic nerd when it came to imagining my first time. Maybe on a bed covered in rose petals? I shook my head at the ridiculous thought. That wasn’t real. Most men, according to Libby, would do it anywhere you offered it. A bathroom? A closet? The back of a movie theater? Done.
I smirked at the thought. What would it be like to give myself over to the heat of passion? Not giving two shits about where we were because I absolutely had to have him and he wasn’t willing to take no for an answer? My pulse sped up at the very thought.
“We’ll see about that. That’s not my priority because this trip is all about our time together before we have to enter into the real world,” I said breathily, trying to pull my head out of the gutter and put myself together enough not to give away my secret desires. The real world sounded rather terrifying if I were being honest with myself. My father had moved and shifted every area of my life since I was a little girl, and now I would soon be on my own.
An odd sense of relief raced through me, decimating the lingering fear. Where my father went after terrorists and horrible men in his practice, I wanted to do something totally different. I wanted to help bring justice to those who were hurt by an abusive parent or spouse, or maybe help set up protection for those who couldn’t do it themselves. Being in the legal system with my degree and my father’s last name was going to get me far in life, but not in the way he wanted it to.
Where he was focused on rising to the top and stomping out crime, I wanted to offer my services to those that needed it the most but rarely had the ability to find it. He was going to shit bricks when the time came for us finally to sit down and talk about my future plans. No matter what though, I was heading in the direction of my heart. Money be damned.
