Several months later…
“You can’t do this with my dad standing right there,” I tell Drew when his fingertips tease the waistband of the bikini bottoms below my swollen belly.
He nips at my earlobe. “Is that a dare?” His husky voice sends chills of need rippling through me. This whole pregnancy thing makes me crazy with the need to have sex with my husband all hours of the day. It’s gotten so bad that we’ve been caught twice by Johnna at the clinic. I can’t seem to keep my hands off him and he can’t seem to be able to tell me no.
“He’ll see and he’ll kill you,” I taunt but I’m already parting my legs for him.
Dad laughs at something Miles says as they stand near the grill, both men holding beers. Olivia and Dorian must be in the house with the babies.
“I’ll be sneaky,” Drew growls. “I’ll just slip in from behind. They’ll never know.”
I let out a groan when his bold hands slide into the back of my swimsuit bottoms as he seeks out my pussy from behind. He pushes a finger inside of me and it easily slides in.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his hot breath driving me wild. “You’re already so slippery. Just waiting for my big cock to tear you up in front of your daddy.” He guides us to the edge. “Hold on and smile pretty.”
I beam at our house guests as if my husband isn’t sneakily sliding his cock past my bottoms and into my pussy. He stretches me as he eases his way all the way inside me.
“Oh, God,” I choke out.
He laughs from behind me and rubs my clit through my bottoms. “Bad girl. Getting fucked right in front of her daddy.”
I bite on my lip to keep from crying out. He teases and pleasures me with no regard for the fact that we might get caught. Dad is completely oblivious that his youngest daughter is getting drilled by her physical therapist-turned-husband not twenty feet away. Miles, on the other hand, winks at me.
“Tonight,” Drew murmurs lowly, “I’m going to put my dick in your ass again. Are you going to bawl like a fucking baby like you did last night?”
“It hurt,” I whine. What he’s doing now doesn’t hurt at all.
“You liked it. Came so hard you almost passed out.”
That’s the truth. It felt like fire had been shoved up my ass but when my orgasm hit, it felt like it took hold of my entire soul and shook the life out of me.
“You’re just a sadist who likes to make me scream,” I accuse, my tone playful.
He thrusts hard enough into me that I cry out. Miles covers for us and asks Dad to help him with something inside. He shoots us the bird over his shoulder as he follows Dad into the kitchen.
“Your screams make me hard as fuck,” he bites out, his hips bucking harder against me.
As if he needs to hear them, he pinches my clit. I do screech but I’m sure our guests assume we’re playing grab-ass again. Drew likes to terrorize me always and I like it.
“There’s that sexy voice,” he purrs. “When these people leave, I’m going to shut your pretty mouth up with my cock. Is that what you want?”
“Nah,” I tease. “I’d rather just lie back and let you lick me all night.”
Another growl. “Don’t test me. You don’t think I love worshipping your sweet cunt?”
I moan as he rocks harder into me. He never ceases to drive my body mad with pleasure.
“Aren’t you bored of it yet?”
He bites at my throat hard enough I know I’ll bruise.
“Ow, you ass!”
Beast barks at us from the yard, irritated that we’re horsing around. That sweet pup is quite protective over his new mommy.
Drew laughs against my flesh and kisses away the sting. “Sorry, crybaby.”
My eyes roll back when his magic fingers start doing some massaging technique that he no doubt learned when he was in school to be a physical therapist. It’s too expert-level to be just for fun. He does it with precision and flawless execution. Within seconds, he has me coming with his name on my lips. His heat surges into me and I relax in his grip.
“Does this make us bad parents?” I question with a giggle.
He nuzzles against my hair. “I think this makes you a bad daughter.”
I wave to Dad through the glass door. “Okay, so you definitely have me there.”
“But,” he says, his voice low as his palm reverently rubs over my pregnant belly, “it makes you a perfect wife.”
“Perfect, huh?”
“I didn’t stutter.”
“You really are an ass,” I breathe, a smile playing on my lips. He’s my ass and I adore his naughty ways.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“Fine, you win,” I concede.
He pulls his softening cock from my body just as Dad and Miles emerge with a plate full of steaks ready to be grilled. His hands make quick work of adjusting my swimsuit and no doubt his as well before he simply hugs me from behind.
“I won the moment you let me finger you at the clinic,” he tells me in a smug tone.
“You’re so romantic.” I make sure to turn my head so he can get the full effect of my eye roll.
He laughs and the boyish quality of it warms my heart. “I love your smart mouth.”
“I know.”
“You do know I’m going to whip your ass for it later, huh?” His blue eyes are dark with lust and sinful promises.
“Oh, I’m counting on it, Daddy.”
His growl promises a spanking that’s really going to hurt.
And I can’t wipe the stupid-happy grin off my face.
The End