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“We’re having a baby,” I repeat, the words monumental and sacred. I slide my hands from her face to her waist, then lower, pressing my palm against her lower belly. It’s still flat and soft, unchanged to the eye, but in a few short months, she’ll start growing round. She’ll swell as our son grows big and strong inside of her.

I drop to my knees, and she gasps as I push my t-shirt she’s wearing high enough to expose her stomach. I press my lips to her skin, where our child rests. Her skin is soft and warm. I kiss her again, trailing kisses over her flesh. “Thank you,” I whisper against her skin, simple gratitude far too inadequate. “Thank you, angel. Thank you for giving me this.”

Her fingers tangle in the strands of my hair as they run through it and pull me into her. “Roman,” she breathes, and I can hear the need in her voice. It’s the same need that’s burning through me. After pressing another kiss, I look up at her from my knees as my hands trail higher, pushing the shirt to the delicate swell of her breasts. “Do you know what this means, angel?”

My thumbs dust the underside of her breasts, and her nipples grow hard through the thin cotton fabric covering them. “It means you’re truly mine now.” My voice drops to a primal, protective growl that causes her to shiver. “You’re no longer just my wife. You’re the mother of my child. You, my sweet angel, are carrying the beginnings of my legacy.”

The thought has me hard, and I rise to my feet with urgency that is tempered with a reverence I’ve never known. The oversized shirt swallows her body as I stand. Dipping slightly at the waist, I grip the backs of her thighs and lift her. As her arms fling around my neck for support, her legs wrap around me instinctually as she gasps, “Roman!”

“Daddy,” I correct sternly, tightening my hold on her as I carry her toward our bedroom. I lay her on our bed, not with a bounce, but with a gentleness that feels foreign yet profoundly right. She’s not just my wife, my lover, my submissive. She’s the vessel for my future, the mother of my child. The thought makes me simultaneously more careful and more desperate to claim her. “I need to feel you. I need to be inside you while you’re carrying my baby.”

I strip off my clothes, my movements less frantic, more deliberate. Her eyes, those luminous emeralds, follow me, dark with a matching need. She reaches for the hem of her shirt. “Leave it on,” I command. “I want to see you in my shirt, naked underneath, just as you were when you told me. That’s the image I want burned into my brain forever.”

I kneel between her feet, pushing her legs apart. The scent of her arousal hits me, a sweet, musky perfume that’s somehow richer, more potent than before. Pregnancy is already changing her, amplifying her. I lean down and breathe in the intoxicating aroma, my gaze fixed on her breasts. Kissing up her body, I push the cotton fabric to her collarbone, exposing her to me. I could be imagining it, but her breasts already seem fuller, the delicate blue veins beneath her pale skin more pronounced.

Her nipples are tight, dusty-pink peaks begging for my mouth. I close my lips around one, drawing it deep and tasting the warm saltiness of her skin. They’re perfect. I suckle, gently at first, then with a growing pressure. A soft gasp escapes her as her fingers tangle in my hair. I imagine what’s to come, the tit in my mouth engorged and heavy with milk. Suckling hard, I can practically taste the sweet, warm fluid flowing over my tongue. I cannot wait to drink from her, nourishing myself from the body that is nurturing our son.

My cock throbs painfully at the thought, the primitive nature of it making me suckle harder to make her milk come sooner.

“Roman.” She winces, arching into me.

I release her nipple and shush her softly before kissing across her heaving breast. “Soon…” I muse against her flesh. “Soon, I’ll be drinking from you every day. My own private feast.” Reaching her other nipple, I suck it into my mouth and give it the same worshipful attention. I mouth the pert flesh until it’s tender and swollen. After one last gentle suck, I swirl my tongue around her nipple before pulling back.

“On your hands and knees, angel.” She moves instantly—obediently—turning over onto her hands and knees before me. The oversized shirt falls around her, framing the perfect curve of her ass, and the sight steals my breath. She’s presenting herself to me. Her back is arched, her head turned to watch me over her shoulder, her golden curls a wild halo.

I position myself behind her, running my hands over the smooth globes of her ass. Every perfect fucking inch of her is mine. I guide my cock to her entrance, pushing in slowly, watching myself disappear into her body. The feeling is exquisite. She’s hot and slick, gripping me perfectly as she takes every last inch.

I still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size. “Look at you taking me, your body so accepting of my cock. It’s like your tight little pussy knows who bred you, knows that I’m the one who put that baby in your belly. It knows you’re mine, built to be bred and take my cock whenever I please.”

Her answer comes in the form of a soft, broken moan when I flex my hips. I move with a slow, deep rhythm that has her pushing back to meet me. My gaze is fixed where our bodies are joined, watching her take every thrust. I’ve been patient, pouring my seed into her pussy, focused on the singular goal of taking root in her fertile womb. I’ve waited, but now that she’s carrying my child, I can take the rest of her. My eyes drift higher, to the tight, untouched pucker of her ass.

Firmly gripping her flesh, I spread her cheeks wide, fully exposing the virgin hole as I slowly thrust into her pussy. I gather saliva in my mouth and let it spill over my lips, watching as it trickles over her tight little hole. She shivers as a soft gasp escapes her. “Roman?” she calls timidly.

“Shhh, angel… And it’s Daddy,” I correct, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade, my voice dropping as I share the dark, intimate promise. “Now that you’re finally pregnant, I can take your ass without wasting my seed. I can have all of you.”

I straighten, rising to my knees without breaking the leisurely rhythm of my hips. Lifting my thumb to my mouth, I coat it thoroughly with my saliva as her breath comes in shallow pants. I gingerly rub the wet tip of my thumb against her tight, unbreached entrance. Her body tenses with nervous resistance. “Relax for Daddy,” I softly, but firmly, command. “Let me in. Let me, because I’m going to own this part of you, too.”

I apply a steady, gentle pressure. Her body yields, slowly. “Take a deep breath and blow it out slowly.” She follows my instructions, and I press more firmly when she exhales. Her fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles white, as my thumb slides past the tight ring of muscle and sinks into her ass. The feeling of the hot, tight grip on my thumb while her pussy pulses around my cock is incredible. It’s a new level of possession; one I’ve been dreaming about for weeks.

“Fuck,” I exhale, my hips stuttering for a second. “Your ass is so fucking tight. You’re going to feel amazing wrapped around my cock.”

Finding my rhythm again, I fuck her with my rigid shaft while my thumb stays buried deep in her ass. I fuck her with my cock and thumb, a tandem invasion that has her writhing beneath me. My free hand slides over her hip, around to the soft swell of her belly. I palm it, feeling my own thrusts from the outside and holding my legacy, as I take her from behind.

“Fuck, Daddy,” she sobs, her face buried in the pillows.

“We have months,” I growl, my voice thick with lust. “Months to stretch you. To train this perfect little hole to take my cock.” I twist my thumb slightly, and she cries out, her body jolting. “I’m going to fuck you here, angel. You’re going to scream my name as I claim every part of you.”

As if my words are a trigger, her body responds. Her pussy tightens around my cock, a rhythmic clenching, and her ass grips my thumb with a matching, desperate flutter. She’s close. The dual stimulation and the dirty promise of my cock buried deep in her ass have her hurtling toward the edge.

“Are you going to come for me?” I taunt. “Are you going to come, thinking about my cock filling this virgin hole? About how eager you are to please me? To let Daddy take your ass?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her answer muffled by the bedding. “Yes, Daddy.”

A savage grin stretches my lips. “Who knew?” I rasp, fucking her harder and deeper, my thumb working in tandem with my cock. “Who knew my sweet, innocent angel was such a dirty whore?”

“Roman,” she gasps, her muscles tightening. “I’m going to… Daddy, I’m close…”

“Come for me. Show me how much you love being my pregnant little breeding slut.”