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moaned.
I couldn’t stop gripping fistfuls of his hair and squeezing his neck and shoulders. As my legs started to tighten around his ears he sucked and tongued more quickly, trying to push me to cum. I squirmed, trying to pull back, but his hands on either side of my waist pulled my hips down deeper upon him.
He knew he was on the verge of pulling my trigger as I kept repeating “yeah” and trying to fuck his face with all I had at this point. Just before he could bring me to climax he pulled his head from my legs, leaving me squirming and wanting.
He smiled and licked his lips. Then he rolled me over on my stomach.
He came in close behind me and pulled my hips up to meet his. His dick was hard and twitching. The only divide between us slowly inched its way inside me as I let out a long moan. Once Anthony felt himself inside me until my ass met his stomach and his balls touched where my thighs and pussy came together, things began moving quickly.
His dick pulsed and throbbed as he shoved himself in and out of me. The doctor said we could make love like normal unless I felt pained or uncomfortable. Anthony knew I would always take him to the limit. We were deep dicking doggy style and his hands were squeezing my waist. After a while, he was closer to coming, too. He eased me down fully outstretch on the bed. He stayed behind me and rolled, keeping me close until we were on our sides.
His hand below me cupped and squeezed my breast. His top hand stroked my thighs and then rubbed my ass. He spread my legs and lifted my upper leg. As he held my leg he buried himself deeper into me. I added to the sensation by licking my fingers to rub my pussy. We both began rocking harder. I lay all the way back into him and used my other hand to stroke his balls.
He fucked me vigorously and I had to use my hands to brace myself for his impact. Soon the hand he had been using to hold my leg came to my lower abdomen. I arched back against him as we both began to cum.
When I woke up in the middle of the night he was still wrapped around me with his face in the back of my neck and a hand pressed to my tummy just below the belly button.
Chapter 7
I was hungry, but the breakfast options at Anthony’s were limited now that I was pregnant. My list of foods that either wouldn’t stay down or suddenly smelled nauseating grew each day. I ate one of his bagels, a banana, and cubed some cheese off a block in his refrigerator.
As I sat at the bar in his kitchen eating in the button-down he had worn the previous day I remembered that I had seen him put something in his pocket after escorting Donte and Jerome from his family house last night. I needed an opportunity to see what that something was.
For the moment, I continued to eat and scroll through messages in my phone. I rummaged the fridge one more time and found a few egg rolls that tasted even better after I dipped them in syrup. Pregnancy made normal food intolerable and unusual combinations delectable. As I made my way through his egg rolls, Anthony came to the kitchen and kissed my forehead.
“How badly will it bother you for me to have coffee?” he asked.
“You’ve always had yours black with sugar, so we should be fine,” I replied.
“Good. Black and sweet is all I want this morning. First my coffee, then maybe a little more of you,” he said as he filled the coffee pot with water and added grounds to the machine.
I excused myself to shower. Anthony grabbed some fruit and looked over the remains of my breakfast.
“Make sure my last egg rolls are still here when I get out.
I couldn’t stop gripping fistfuls of his hair and squeezing his neck and shoulders. As my legs started to tighten around his ears he sucked and tongued more quickly, trying to push me to cum. I squirmed, trying to pull back, but his hands on either side of my waist pulled my hips down deeper upon him.
He knew he was on the verge of pulling my trigger as I kept repeating “yeah” and trying to fuck his face with all I had at this point. Just before he could bring me to climax he pulled his head from my legs, leaving me squirming and wanting.
He smiled and licked his lips. Then he rolled me over on my stomach.
He came in close behind me and pulled my hips up to meet his. His dick was hard and twitching. The only divide between us slowly inched its way inside me as I let out a long moan. Once Anthony felt himself inside me until my ass met his stomach and his balls touched where my thighs and pussy came together, things began moving quickly.
His dick pulsed and throbbed as he shoved himself in and out of me. The doctor said we could make love like normal unless I felt pained or uncomfortable. Anthony knew I would always take him to the limit. We were deep dicking doggy style and his hands were squeezing my waist. After a while, he was closer to coming, too. He eased me down fully outstretch on the bed. He stayed behind me and rolled, keeping me close until we were on our sides.
His hand below me cupped and squeezed my breast. His top hand stroked my thighs and then rubbed my ass. He spread my legs and lifted my upper leg. As he held my leg he buried himself deeper into me. I added to the sensation by licking my fingers to rub my pussy. We both began rocking harder. I lay all the way back into him and used my other hand to stroke his balls.
He fucked me vigorously and I had to use my hands to brace myself for his impact. Soon the hand he had been using to hold my leg came to my lower abdomen. I arched back against him as we both began to cum.
When I woke up in the middle of the night he was still wrapped around me with his face in the back of my neck and a hand pressed to my tummy just below the belly button.
Chapter 7
I was hungry, but the breakfast options at Anthony’s were limited now that I was pregnant. My list of foods that either wouldn’t stay down or suddenly smelled nauseating grew each day. I ate one of his bagels, a banana, and cubed some cheese off a block in his refrigerator.
As I sat at the bar in his kitchen eating in the button-down he had worn the previous day I remembered that I had seen him put something in his pocket after escorting Donte and Jerome from his family house last night. I needed an opportunity to see what that something was.
For the moment, I continued to eat and scroll through messages in my phone. I rummaged the fridge one more time and found a few egg rolls that tasted even better after I dipped them in syrup. Pregnancy made normal food intolerable and unusual combinations delectable. As I made my way through his egg rolls, Anthony came to the kitchen and kissed my forehead.
“How badly will it bother you for me to have coffee?” he asked.
“You’ve always had yours black with sugar, so we should be fine,” I replied.
“Good. Black and sweet is all I want this morning. First my coffee, then maybe a little more of you,” he said as he filled the coffee pot with water and added grounds to the machine.
I excused myself to shower. Anthony grabbed some fruit and looked over the remains of my breakfast.
“Make sure my last egg rolls are still here when I get out.
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