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Finally, he pulls the stretchy band of his boxers over his dick, exposing his proud, iron-hard shaft. He steps closer to me, allowing me to gaze at him in curious apprehension. I watch as he strokes his cock, up, down, and then he presses his tip to my lips.
“Open wide, Lizzie. Now.”
Oh, shit.
I open my mouth, and Dillan slides his dick between my teeth, moving to the back of my throat. I’m afraid of choking, but Dillan’s movements are easy and gentle, and so I close my lips around his cock and suck him tenderly. He growls again, only this time with pleasure, tangling his fingers into my hair to hold me in place while he softly pumps his hips. I twist my wrists, wishing to touch his skin, but remember that I’m still bound. I can only remain in one state while working my lips over his shaft.
Next thing I know, Dillan removes himself and climbs back onto the bed. He places his hands to my hips, and his cock touches my opening.
“Are you ready to beg?”
“I might just beg...or maybe I won’t,” I whimper, longing to feel him inside of me.
“Oh, it’s inevitable.”
“Bold assumption, Doc.”
“I know.” There’s a glint in his eyes that whispers, “Just watch, I’ll deliver.” And deep down, something in me knows he will. If anyone can back up that cocky attitude, it’s him. “How should I fuck you, baby?”
My response is immediate, almost desperate. “Hard,” I practically plead, unable to help myself.
He chuckles, and his cock slips into my throbbing center. My nipples harden as I take him in, all of him. He slides easily in and out of me, and makes sure to pull completely out a few times, waiting for me to moan for him before he penetrates me again.
His thrusts come quicker and heavier with each pounding moment, and I cry in growing pleasure.
“Yes! Yes!”
Dillan throws his weight into the thrusts, growling and gasping as he works his shaft harder. I arch my back, pressing my hips against his in utter abandon, urgently crying his name.
Several more chafing thrusts of Dillan’s hips, and I’ve already hit my peak.
I let a scream escape my lips as my body shudders with a mind-numbing orgasm, feeling a warmth spread inside me as Dillan releases his seed.
Before I black out from the pleasure, I slowly open my eyes.
I notice a figure standing in the doorway. Oh, shit. I must have forgotten to close the door last night. Blinking away the sleep, I realize it’s Pippa, worry on her face morphing into an amused grin.
18
LIZZIE
By the time my third trimester comes around, I’m a far cry from the anxious mess I was when I first found out. I no longer feel crippling anxiety about the future and am more than eager to be able to climb out of bed again without having to take a rolling start.
“You’re doing great,” my doctor, Daisy Anderson, tells me as she measures my belly. “Baby’s head is down already, which is wonderful. Do you have any questions?”
“Do you think I’ll pop any day now?” I joke. “I know my due date isn’t for a few more weeks, but I’m definitely over this whole pregnancy thing. If I could go into labor early, that would be amazing,” I tell her, running my hands over my swollen stomach. “I feel as big as a house, and I’m tired of having to pee every five seconds.”
“Well, I was never told this before I had a baby, but be prepared for after the birth when you suddenly realize you have to pee about a millisecond before you actually go.”
“Oh, geez, don’t tell me these things. Why do you tell me these things?” Yes, I’m whining. That does not sound pleasant in the least. I’ll be peeing on myself after I give birth? I sort of want to cry, but then I’ll pee on the table and never stop crying. Is that normal?
Come on, kiddo.
Mommy needs you to come on out.
It’s time.
Daisy laughs as she slides her chair back and removes her gloves. “Because it’s important to know. Imagine my surprise when I was heating up the baby’s bottle at three in the morning and suddenly found myself standing in a puddle in the middle of the kitchen.”
