Page 84 of Unbending Devotion

Grabbing the sunscreen, I rub more onto my lower legs and feet, which are exposed to the sun. “Since Rhys named Sawyer and Finn from classic literature, I’ve been wondering what girl name he’s suggested?”

She rolls her eyes with a laugh. “He likes Estella fromGreat Expectations. If anyone would have told me I would marry a book nerd when I grew up, I would have told them they were lying.” She sighs and shrugs her shoulder. “But I like that he picks characters from books, with a little help from his father.”

“You’re not the only one who married a book nerd.” Tuck leans over the back of my chair and kisses the top of my head, sprinkling water on me from his hair. I didn’t even see him get out of the pool, and I look for the girls. Izzy is on her floaty next to Marley, and Lainey Rai is holding Abby.

“How’s my boy?” Tuck says and sets his large palm over my belly. Elliot swiftly kicks him. “That’s my boy.”

“He’s active today, and my ribs are getting the brunt of it.” He slides his hand around the span of my belly, letting his thumb brush against the underside of my breasts, making me squeeze my thighs together again.

Tuck sees it. “I’m going in the house to grab some more beers, you need anything?”

“I’ll go with you; I need to pee.” I say and grab his outstretched hand so he can help me get up.

With his slight limp, which is so much better than it was, and my waddle, we probably look like quite the pair walking side by side into the house.

We bypass the kitchen and go to the guest bathroom downstairs and lock the door. He immediately pushes my coverup off my shoulders and pulls the straps of my bathing suit down to expose my engorged breasts. “Fuck, I’ve been staring at these in this bathing suit all day.” He leans me against the vanity and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, pulling on some of the breast milk, as he pushes my suit down my legs.

My breasts haven’t been dry since before I was pregnant with Izzy. Breastfeeding and having a baby every couple of years keep me pretty full, so Tuck has developed a bit of a fetish.

The sensation sends sparks right to my core, and I lean back, setting my palms on the vanity. It doesn’t take much to get me going, so when his fingers slide up my inner thigh and into my wetness, he groans and I moan.

He lets go of that nipple and moves to the other as he inserts a finger in me while pressing my clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, come here, sugar.” He takes his fingers out of me and gently pulls my arm to turn me around, keeping his hand on my hip to make sure I don’t lose my balance, and sets my palms on the counter.

Pushing his trunks down, his cock springs out hard and heavy, then he does something that has become one of the best parts of sex while pregnant, for me anyway. He places his palm on the underside of my belly and lifts; it’s like taking ten pounds off my back, making me moan again.

“Ohhh, yeeeeah, as long as you hold that up, you can do whatever you want to me.” I groan and let my head fall forward.

He leans forward, his cock bumping my thigh, and his back is flush against mine. His breath is hot against my ear. “I love your body like this; it makes me rock fucking hard knowing part of me is growing in you.”

In the next breath, he is pushing inside me, and every nerve ending in my body lights up. Opening my eyes, I look at him in the mirror. “Ohh, so good.”

His other hand loops over my shoulder before he pulls out and rams back into me, starting a steady rhythm. His cock head is sliding over my g-spot and I can feel my orgasm building fast with each thrust. It never takes long.

“Fuck me, I love it when you squeeze me like that, sugar. Come on my cock.”

His dirty talk always pushes me over the edge and I see stars. Another cool thing about pregnancy is that my orgasms are bigger, which makes me love being pregnant even more.

A guttural growl rattles in his chest, and I feel his warmth spreading inside me. He folds over my back, his hand still holding my belly up, and wraps his other arm across my front from shoulder to shoulder.

With a satisfied sigh, I look at him in the mirror. “You think you can keep up with me if you keep putting babies in me?”

He kisses my neck under my ear, his whiskers scratching my skin. “Sugar, I’ll be bending you over counters when we’re old and gray.”

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