Her
heart pounded, her palms sweated. She was terrified, but there was no denying
she knew exactly what it meant.
Epilogue
One year later
Mika leaned down and gave his wife a kiss. “You feeling
okay?”
Clarissa sat at her dressing table, trying to cover her
pallor with a little makeup. A bad case of butterflies twisted in her stomach.
Waves of nausea threatened to bring up the bit of dinner she’d been able to
choke down.
“I could use some soda. Ginger ale, please,” she said.
“Coming right up.”
He returned with ginger ale with a dash of bitters. One of
the bartenders at work had recommended it to him as a surefire remedy for a
queasy stomach. A few sips doused the sour taste in Clarissa’s mouth. Soon the
churning in her tummy settled down too.
Getting to her feet, she scowled at her reflection in the
full-length mirror. A floral, knee-length skirt and peasant-style blouse were
the only pieces of clothing that still fit her. She’d gained ten pounds in the
last month. Water weight, everyone said. Regardless of whether it was water or
fat, the extra pounds made her feel like a ripe mango, swelling against its
peel. And she’d only just begun to gain weight.
“You look beautiful.” Mika hugged her from behind, gaze
fixed on hers in the mirror. “You might not like it, but I love how you’re
filling out.”
“Liar.” She shot him a suspicious look, but his erection
pressed to her ass confirmed the veracity of the statement.
Lips skimming the back of her neck, he slid one hand down
her hips and let it meander to her pert nipples.
With the hormonal roller coaster she was riding, she never
knew how she would respond to his overtures. Tonight, he was in luck. Her pulse
pounded between her thighs, a surge of arousal tightening her core.
“I just got dressed,” she offered a halfhearted protest,
melting against his chest.
Dropping to his knees, he lifted her skirt and slipped her
panties down to her ankles. As he stood, he glided his hands up her legs,
gathering her skirt over her hips.
She patted the front of his trousers, searching blindly for
his fly. Once she felt the button, she unfastened it and unzipped his pants. Pushing
down his trousers and boxer briefs, she freed his cock.
Mika eased her forward, running one hand over her bare
buttocks, letting his fingertips brush over her pussy lips. Tongue teasing her
earlobe, he opened her with two fingers. Already swollen and throbbing, her
cunt clenched tightly.
“God, you’re so soft and wet,” he whispered, lips tickling
her ear.
Goose bumps rose on her arms. She reached behind with one
arm, caressing his neck and silky hair. Kissing a path down her neck and
shoulders, he pressed his mushroomed head to her opening. As he filled her, she
sighed.
One hand against the wall, she pushed back to meet his
forward strokes. Ripples of pleasure radiated from her pussy through her entire
body. His hot exhalations grazed over her skin, the scent of musk and his
cologne filling her nostrils. He seeped into her pores, coursed through her
veins, taking over her senses.
Breath urgent and ragged, she struggled to draw in enough
air. Every sensation amplified, she felt as if she could come any second. Mika
caressed her nipples, sending a jolt of ecstasy straight to her cunt. Spasming,
her pussy tightened around his shaft. A hiss escaped his lips, but he continued
the steady rhythm, licking and sucking at her neck.
Small tremors grew in intensity. She braced herself for the
impending climax, could feel that it was more powerful than usual and would hit
her like a truck. As soon as the contractions began, her knees buckled. Mika
snaked an arm around her waist, holding her flush against his body. Whimpering
and panting, she weathered the storm of pleasure. One of the few perks of early
pregnancy—the sex was fucking fantastic.
Gaze fixed on her reflection in the mirror, he pushed his
cock into her all the way to the base and then held her still. Biting
heart pounded, her palms sweated. She was terrified, but there was no denying
she knew exactly what it meant.
Epilogue
One year later
Mika leaned down and gave his wife a kiss. “You feeling
okay?”
Clarissa sat at her dressing table, trying to cover her
pallor with a little makeup. A bad case of butterflies twisted in her stomach.
Waves of nausea threatened to bring up the bit of dinner she’d been able to
choke down.
“I could use some soda. Ginger ale, please,” she said.
“Coming right up.”
He returned with ginger ale with a dash of bitters. One of
the bartenders at work had recommended it to him as a surefire remedy for a
queasy stomach. A few sips doused the sour taste in Clarissa’s mouth. Soon the
churning in her tummy settled down too.
Getting to her feet, she scowled at her reflection in the
full-length mirror. A floral, knee-length skirt and peasant-style blouse were
the only pieces of clothing that still fit her. She’d gained ten pounds in the
last month. Water weight, everyone said. Regardless of whether it was water or
fat, the extra pounds made her feel like a ripe mango, swelling against its
peel. And she’d only just begun to gain weight.
“You look beautiful.” Mika hugged her from behind, gaze
fixed on hers in the mirror. “You might not like it, but I love how you’re
filling out.”
“Liar.” She shot him a suspicious look, but his erection
pressed to her ass confirmed the veracity of the statement.
Lips skimming the back of her neck, he slid one hand down
her hips and let it meander to her pert nipples.
With the hormonal roller coaster she was riding, she never
knew how she would respond to his overtures. Tonight, he was in luck. Her pulse
pounded between her thighs, a surge of arousal tightening her core.
“I just got dressed,” she offered a halfhearted protest,
melting against his chest.
Dropping to his knees, he lifted her skirt and slipped her
panties down to her ankles. As he stood, he glided his hands up her legs,
gathering her skirt over her hips.
She patted the front of his trousers, searching blindly for
his fly. Once she felt the button, she unfastened it and unzipped his pants. Pushing
down his trousers and boxer briefs, she freed his cock.
Mika eased her forward, running one hand over her bare
buttocks, letting his fingertips brush over her pussy lips. Tongue teasing her
earlobe, he opened her with two fingers. Already swollen and throbbing, her
cunt clenched tightly.
“God, you’re so soft and wet,” he whispered, lips tickling
her ear.
Goose bumps rose on her arms. She reached behind with one
arm, caressing his neck and silky hair. Kissing a path down her neck and
shoulders, he pressed his mushroomed head to her opening. As he filled her, she
sighed.
One hand against the wall, she pushed back to meet his
forward strokes. Ripples of pleasure radiated from her pussy through her entire
body. His hot exhalations grazed over her skin, the scent of musk and his
cologne filling her nostrils. He seeped into her pores, coursed through her
veins, taking over her senses.
Breath urgent and ragged, she struggled to draw in enough
air. Every sensation amplified, she felt as if she could come any second. Mika
caressed her nipples, sending a jolt of ecstasy straight to her cunt. Spasming,
her pussy tightened around his shaft. A hiss escaped his lips, but he continued
the steady rhythm, licking and sucking at her neck.
Small tremors grew in intensity. She braced herself for the
impending climax, could feel that it was more powerful than usual and would hit
her like a truck. As soon as the contractions began, her knees buckled. Mika
snaked an arm around her waist, holding her flush against his body. Whimpering
and panting, she weathered the storm of pleasure. One of the few perks of early
pregnancy—the sex was fucking fantastic.
Gaze fixed on her reflection in the mirror, he pushed his
cock into her all the way to the base and then held her still. Biting
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