“Feeling you come inside me. For real.” That makes me pause. Think. Stand up. “Keep going,” I order. “Wondering if you made me pregnant.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Being pregnant.” Oh my God, this woman. This woman and my poor, aching cock, hard all over again for her. Because of her. I splay my hand across her tummy, low and insistent and selfish. “My baby here?” I ask, in a dangerous purr. “You’d miss feeling my baby grow inside you?” “Yes,” she confesses. “Wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you miss it?” “Of course I would. Of course I do.”
