Desiree

A high-pitched screech of laughter comes out of Jasper’s room. I smile, and bite back my admonishment that bedtime is not the time for tickles. Junior’s in with my son—our son—reading him How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight which must’ve turned into a tickle-fest.

My baby kicks and I rub my belly as I dig my spoon into the carton of Ben & Jerry’s Junior always keeps stocked for me. Only a few weeks to go until we can meet our baby—another boy.

I think Junior was relieved not to have a girl—no comparing this one to his little lost angel. Although I’m sure he would’ve loved a girl with his whole heart, too. He’s been amazing with Jasper, who already seems as in love with him as I am.

“All right, he’s ready for goodnight kisses from you,” Junior says, appearing in the doorway. His face is open and alive—so different from how it looked when I first met him. The underlying sense of violence is gone and so is his guardedness. He stops me as I pass for a kiss and I lift my hand to his neck, melting into him.

“I’ll see you in the bedroom,” Junior rumbles. “You have another punishment coming.”

My pussy clenches. As if the pregnancy hormones don’t have me horny enough, Junior makes most every night a new adventure in the bedroom. I can’t hardly look at him without getting wet these days. Although I have to say, with my current shape, it’s getting harder and harder to find new positions.

I give Jasper his “bed night kiss” as he calls it, and head up the stairs. Junior hasn’t made it up yet, so I get into the shower. I try to resist—I really do—but just thinking about all the dirty things Junior will do and say to me when he arrives have me three strokes from an orgasm. I make the water cooler and lean my forehead against the cool tile, exploring between my legs with one hand. My fold are juicy wet—like always these days. I rub my clit and moan.

“Ahem.” Junior clears his throat from the other side of the shower door and I scream. He laughs as he opens the glass door and steps in, naked. “Did I say you could masturbate?”

I whimper, because there’s no way I’m tearing my hand away now—it feels too good and I’m about to climax.

“Bad girl.” He wraps a fist in my wet hair and tugs my hair back, planting a kiss at the place where shoulder meets neck. His other hand curls over the top of mine, fingers penetrating me, pushing mine in with his.

That’s all it takes. I buck as an orgasm rips through me, then my vision goes black and starry because I almost pass out. The increased blood volume from pregnancy has its downsides, for sure.

It doesn’t matter, because Junior would never let me fall. He strokes his palms lovingly over my body, exploring every inch, giving so much to me with just the simple caress. I know this sensory appreciation is part of the pregnancy, too. Every nerve ending is primed and sensitive. I can’t take much spanking or anything rough—Junior has to make it way more pretend than real for our forced game.

My punishment tonight is over not spending enough money. I kept my job at the hospital—I told him I wanted to work at least until the baby comes. He gave me a credit card when I moved in, but I never use it. I don’t know—I don’t like spending his money, that makes me feel guilty and wasteful. I’d rather have him spend it on me. So he comes up with games, like he did the first day he took me shopping. I have a certain amount of time in which I have to spend a certain amount or I get punished.

It’s so hot. I’m off the hook for being wasteful. In fact, I’m required to be. And I feel spoiled rotten by the end of it. Plus, I often don’t quite complete the challenge, so there’s the fun in the bedroom afterward.

Today I managed to spend $2,500, mostly on gifts for Jasper and my mom, but I was supposed to spend $3,000.

Junior turns off the water. “I’m going to make you pay for that orgasm, baby.”

“Oh yeah?” I’m still dizzy from lust and my orgasm. “How?”

“You’re going to be coming all night long, angel. No rest for the wicked. I’m going to fuck you until you cry.”

I laugh, because I probably will cry—it doesn’t take much these days and he’s done it before. And it sounds wonderful to me. Perfect, actually.

I let him towel me off and hold my hand while I step out of the shower. He treats me like I’m the most precious object on Earth, and some days I hardly believe it’s real. He leads me to the bedroom. “Bend over for your spanking.”

I whimper in advance, because it takes almost nothing these days to make me yelp. I rest on my forearms on the mattress to make room for my belly, and present my backside.

He strokes my ass instead, his large palm traveling in circles around my cheeks. “You don’t want a spanking tonight, do you, angel?”

I shake my head.

He drags a finger down my crack, over my anus. “I’ll have to punish you a different way, then.” He moves away from me to open the dresser drawer where he keeps our sex toys. When he comes back, he drops a vibrator, buttplug and lube beside me on the bed. I let out a wanton moan just from thinking about him using them on me.

He gives my ass a gentle slap, then rubs between my legs. Even though I just orgasmed in the shower, I’m ready for more—it seems to be my perpetual state. Junior pries my cheeks apart and drops a dollop of lube over my back hole. When he brings the tip of the buttplug against the tight ring of muscles, I moan in pleasure.

Gone is my fear of back door sex. Junior initiated me into an entire world of butt stuff, and I’m a total convert now. He teases me with the plug, pushing it in a couple centimeters, then drawing it back out. My pussy quivers with anticipation, with pleasure.

“Junior,” I moan.

“Start begging, baby. Lemme hear it.”

I wriggle my hand under my hips, needing pussy stimulation. Junior slaps my ass. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“Please, Junior. I’m dying. I really need it.”

He doesn’t make me suffer. I hear the vibrator whir to life and then he slides it between my legs. “Fuck yourself with this, doll. And make it good. I want that pussy dripping wet for me.”

I grab the vibrator and work it between my legs, my own hum of satisfaction matching its purr. Junior stretches my ass wide with the plug, pumps it in and out a dozen times before he finally lets it fully seat.

Just when I’m about to crest the peak again, he snatches the vibrator away from me. I cry out in protest, but then he slides into me and my body celebrates.

Hell, yes.

This is exactly what I need. I shudder with pleasure, crazy sounds coming out of my throat. I’m doubly full—the butt plug stretching my back hole as Junior fills and empties my pussy. It’s all so glorious, so overwhelming. I beg and plead—for what, I don’t know. Mercy. Climax. Who knows. I can’t even understand my own words. I’m a babbling mess, delirious with pleasure, even though he’s barely getting started.

“Junior, Junior, oh please. It feels so good. I need you. Oh please. More. More. Oh please give it to me. Please give it to me now.”

It’s embarrassing the things that come out of my mouth. Fortunately, Junior thinks it’s hot. He grips my hips and pounds into me. Every time his loins hit my butt, he pushes the plug in deeper. It’s way too much and not enough. I can’t take him deep enough, get enough of him. Sensations roll over me in waves of pleasure, heightened need.

Junior’s breath grows ragged. He curses in Italian—or maybe he’s praising me, I can’t tell the difference, and then he shoves in deep.

I come the moment he does, my channel squeezing around his cock, milking it for his seed.

I float off, body flushed and boneless.

“I got you a present,” Junior says from somewhere out in the atmosphere. He scoops under my legs and lifts my lower half to the bed, tucked on my side.

“Mm,” is all I can say.

He works the butt plug out of me and returns with a washcloth, which he uses to clean me up. I make a low purring sound.

“I got you a diamond.” He holds out a tiny jewelry box. “I hope it’s not too soon.”

If I weren’t pregnant, all of this would be too soon. But the moment I decided to give Junior another chance, I was all in. We were both all in.

I moved in here with him, he made it his job to make me happy.

I push myself up to sit and try to grab the box, but he holds it out of reach. “Tell me first if it’s too soon. I can put this way and try again later.”

I snort. “Seriously? You’re afraid I’m going to shoot you down? After you just gave me the best orgasm of my life?”

He smiles, but still appears unsure.

“Give me my ring,” I say softly. “I want it.”

He cracks open the box. It’s ginormous, which comes as no surprise. Junior loves to spoil me and it’s probably important to him that his wife have the biggest ring. He is an alpha male after all.

Good thing I like ginormous diamond rings. I slide the emerald cut beauty on my wedding finger and beam.

“So that’s a yes? You want the full proposal first?”

“It’s a yes. As far as I’m concerned, you proposed to me that day in the car. But be my guest. I want the full deal.”

Junior drops to one knee and holds up the jewelry box. “Desiree.”

I’m surprised to hear the thickness in his voice.

“I want to be your man. I want you in my home. In my bed. In my life. Forever. I want to be the guy who makes you scream. Who protects you. Treats you like a princess. I want to be your husband, Desiree. Will you marry me?”

Tears fill my eyes and I cover my mouth to hold in the sob. “Yes,” I nod, reaching for his hands to pull him up, to get closer. To touch him.

“Whenever you want to get married, I’m in. No pressure, though. I’m happy just to have you wear my ring.”

“Tomorrow,” I say.

“What?”

“Let’s go tomorrow. We can elope.” I gasp. “I know—let’s go to Vegas! I heard there’s this really cool casino there….”

“You wanna get married tomorrow in Vegas?” Junior’s grin splits his face. “Baby, that’s so easy. You sure? You don’t want a big fancy wedding? I mean, fuck you can have both. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

I pull him down to the bed with me. It’s hard to make room, with my big belly, but we lie, nose to nose, his hand on my hip. “I just want you, Junior,” I tell him.

He brushes his thumb across my cheek. “You already have me, angel. Forever.”

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