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I groan and drop my head back against James’s shoulder when he loosens the ties of my costume at my back, and the heavy white and gold dress falls to the floor.
“Tell me about it,” I say with a tired sigh. “Let’s give it a few more years before we attempt to go as a family of seven.”
“But you looked like an angel in your dress. Beautiful beyond words. And the corset pushing your gorgeous tits up…you drove me wild the entire day. I don’t think I want to wait a few years to see you in it again.” James unhooks the back of my bra and slips one of my straps down my shoulder. He kisses my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to give him more access with a moan. “But you look even better out of it,” he says as he pulls the other strap down and kisses the other side of my neck.
“James, oh god, that feels so good,” I say with a moan, already panting with desire when he slides his hands to my front to cup my heavy breasts, kneading them until I feel my milk let down. I was pleasantly surprised my milk didn’t completely dry up each time I got pregnant, as I was warned was a possibility by my OBGYN, which meant I have been able to breastfeed throughout my pregnancies since they’re so close together.
James was even more pleased.
“I love it when you moan for me, angel.”
So I do it again and roll my hips back against him when he drops his hands to my belly, softly caressing the curve, and then hooks his fingers in the waistband of my pink panties to push them halfway down my thighs. He dips his fingers between my thighs and instantly finds my clit, gently applying pressure as he massages the bud, and I cry out.
I step my feet apart, and he switches to rolling my clit with his thumb so he can sink his first two fingers inside me as he continues kissing my neck. I reach up behind me to grip the hair at the nape of his neck with one hand and slide my other behind me to palm his hard erection, covered by his trousers.
“Oh fuck, angel. You make me so hard it hurts.”
I drop my hands and pull his away, then step out of my panties and turn around. James looks momentarily confused as to why I made him stop until I back him up against the bed. I drag his tunic off and untie the laces on his trousers to free his cock, already dripping with pre-cum. I press against his chest until he’s forced to sit on the bed, then step between his knees.
James’s jaw drops when I cup my breast with one hand and palm the back of his head with the other. “I’m sorry I made it hurt,” I say sweetly. “Maybe there’s something I can do to comfort you and take the pain away.”
My husband grips my wide hips to pull me closer as he nods, dropping his gaze to my nipple, milk dripping from the tip. “My angel,” he whispers before latching onto my breast and suckling, making me cry out and arch my back.
I scramble onto James’s lap when he drains one side and switches to the other. It’s a tricky fit with my belly so huge between us, and I can’t get the angel I need to take his cock inside me.
“James, oh god, I need you!”
It doesn’t matter how much weight I gain with my pregnancies, James is able to lift me—even if he does grunt with the effort to do so in the later stages—and he does so now, flipping me onto my back in the middle of the bed. He climbs my body and shoves my knees up and apart so he can see and play with my pussy.
“Look how swollen and wet you are, angel.” He swipes two fingers through my slit to gather my arousal and massage my clit, increasing the pressure until I’m a writhing mess.
“Stop playing with me. I need you, oh god, now!”
“Fuck yes, I need you, too.” And then he’s in me, driving his large cock deep until he’s buried to the hilt.
A guttural moan is ripped from my chest at feeling his girth stretching my pussy, filling me completely. What I don’t expect him to do is come to an abrupt stop and kiss me, careful to keep his weight off my belly. I squeeze my inner walls around his shaft and try to buck my hips to get him to fuck me.
“James…please. Why did you stop?”
There’s a glint in his eye as he slowly pulls out of me, leaving just his cockhead notched in my entrance. “We’re playing with fire here, angel.” He shallowly pumps the head of his cock in and out an inch, and my frustration grows along with my confusion.
I dig my heels into his ass, trying to force him back in. “Please!” I slap the bed when he shakes his head and yanks his cock out. He sits back on his heels and reaches into his nightstand, then holds up a wrapped condom I didn’t even know we had. “What…what are you doing?”
He rips open the wrapper and slowly starts to roll the condom down his dick. “It’s dangerous” —he stresses—“what we’re doing.”
“Have you lost your mind? I’m almost seven months pregnant. There’s nothing dangerous about…oh. Oh!” He grins when he sees it click in my mind.
I push myself up to sit—not an easy feat in this stage of pregnancy—and push his hand away, pull the condom off, and toss it to the side. Fisting his cock and pumping my hand up and down, I lick my lips and say, “Three strokes, and then you can put the condom back on.”
He moans and pumps his hips, fucking my fist. “Three bareback strokes in your angel pussy. Are you sure?”
He growls when I nod my head furiously, places a hand between my breasts to push me back down on the bed, and slams home inside me. The pleasure of being so full again is divine.
“Count with me, angel,” James says between panting breaths. “That was one.”
“Two,” we say together when he snaps his hips back and drives into me, bottoming out and making me arch my back, then does it again.
“That’s three strokes,” he says when I grip his shoulders and hook my ankles around his back when he tries to pull out.
