Wyatt

There was nothing in this world as beautiful as Bailey when she comes. I pulled my finger from the suction of her soaked pussy and keeping my eyes locked on hers, licked it clean. Her face heated with a blush and I winked, a smirk playing on my lips.

There was a short rap on the door before it slowly opened. “Bailey Cross?” A middle-aged man in a white lab coat entered, looking over a chart, before taking a seat on a small stool at the bottom of the examination table. When he glanced up from the paper, he frowned, “Are you feeling alright, Ms. Cross? You look a little flushed, are you overly warm?” he asked as he grabbed a thermometer from the table of instruments beside him.

I stifled a laugh and Bailey shot me a murderous glance, making it even harder to hold it in.

“I’m fine, thank you, doctor,” she said quickly. “I’m simply nervous.”

He appeared doubtful, but put the machine back down, returning to her chart. “First, let me confirm, you are pregnant.”

My grin felt like it was going to split my face. This was everything I could’ve hoped for. I was ecstatic to find out I was going to be a dad, but the added benefit was that Bailey was now permanently tied to me. Plans started to form in my head, moving her in, a quick wedding, making her fall in love with me. I’d fallen for Bailey the moment I met her and I was going to make sure she needed me as much as I did her.

She still looked a little shell-shocked, but her eyes were also lit with happiness and I sighed in relief. The doctor poked and prodded her a bit then went over some information with us, vitamins, approximate due date, and a list of do’s and don’ts. When he was done, he set down the chart and turned on the computer looking machine next to the instrument table. “Would you and your husband like me to do an ultrasound? We may not be able to see anything, but sometimes the baby will make an appearance this early.”

“Oh, we’re not married,” Bailey immediately clarified, which ticked me off.

“Yet,” I grumbled, “We’re not married yet, but we’re engaged.”

Bailey opened her mouth, most likely to argue, but shut it when I glared at her, grunting in irritation instead.

“Yes, we’d like an ultrasound,” I answered for her.

The doctor stood and reached for one of the ties on my woman’s gown. Knowing she had no panties on, I unintentionally growled and he stepped back in surprise.

Bailey rolled her eyes. “Can I slip my underwear back on first?” she asked sweetly.

“Oh, um yes, go ahead.”

The doctor busied himself with something while Bailey hopped off of the table to get her panties. I found them first and attempted to help her put them on, ignoring her when she slapped my hands away. She gave up and stepped into them as I crouched, holding them out for her. I slid them up her legs, letting my fingers trail over her silky skin, just managing not to press my face between her cleft and inhale deeply. A little whimper escaped her lips and I grew so hard, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to leave the office without fucking her. I couldn’t wait to get her home so I could reacquaint myself with her delectable body.

The doctor coughed awkwardly, breaking into our moment. I stood and lifted Bailey back onto the table. He hesitantly reached out again but she opened the gown first, glancing at me with annoyance. I shrugged and took her hand. I wouldn’t apologize for the possessive feelings I had for her.

When her stomach was visible, I stared at it in wonder. Looking a little closer, I was sure I could see a slight rounding of the area, just barely there, but I latched onto the fact that my girl was now sporting a baby bump.

Pointing at it, I excitedly asked the doctor, “I’m not imagining that, right?”

Bailey’s head flew up from where it had been resting, her hand fastened on her stomach. She ran a hand over the not quite flat surface and groaned, despite the delighted sparkle in her baby blues. “How didn’t I notice that?”

The doctor chuckled, “It’s easy to miss if you aren’t looking for it. The fact that there is evidence of pregnancy this early means we may be more likely to see the baby on the scan.”

After squirting some goo on her stomach, he moved a wand-type thing over the area and watched the screen on the monitor.

The screen lit up and the doctor moved the instrument around her belly. He finally paused and used one latex glove covered finger to tap the screen. “That little black blob among all the white is where your little one is growing.”

My eyes were glued to the image in front of me, my hand gripping Bailey’s firmly. The doctor leaned over to hit a button, breaking my connection to the machine. I used a single finger under her chin to turn Bailey’s head toward me. I’m positive that the wonder on her face was reflected on mine. I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers. “That’s our kid, baby.” She nodded silently and I kissed her again, lingering until I heard the doctor clear his throat.

We gave him our attention and he handed us two small photos, capturing the moment when we first saw our little peanut. I took them reverently and after staring at them a little longer, I put one in Bailey’s purse and slid the other into my wallet.

“You should make an appointment to see your OBGYN in six weeks, or if you decide to continue with me, Lisa, at the front, will help you book it.”

He stripped off the gloves and shook our hands then left us alone. I helped Bailey off of the table and turned to let her dress without argument, both of us lost in our thoughts.

She touched my arm to let me know it was safe to turn around, and I laced my fingers with hers as we left the room. We stopped at the front to pick up a prescription for vitamins and she mentioned to the woman behind the counter that she wanted to book her next visit.

Not fucking happening.

“She won’t be needing another appointment. Thank you,” I said tersely and dragged Bailey from the office, ignoring her sputtering.

“What the heck, Wyatt?” she yelled when we reached the car.

Opening her door, I lifted her onto the passenger seat of my truck and buckled her in before answering. “Baby, we’ll find you the best doctor in town. The best female doctor,” I stressed. Then I shut the door and loped around to the driver’s side. Bailey huffed a little and muttered something about bossy men. She could complain all she wanted, I was the only man who would ever be spending time with her pretty pussy.

Once we were out on the road, I drove toward my house with urgency, desperate to be buried balls deep into my girl.

“Wyatt, you missed the turn-off,” she said impatiently when I drove right by her dad’s street.

“We’re going home,” my voice was matter-of-fact.

“My home is back there,” she objected, her thumb jerking back over her shoulder.

I sighed, “We’ll discuss living arrangements later. Let me put it this way”—my hand automatically went between her legs and pressed against her center—“Baby, I’ve waited four weeks to fuck you again and I’m not waiting any longer to own this pussy,” I drawled. “It’s either our house, your dad’s, or this truck. Take your pick.”

Rubbing my hand a little harder, I mentally crowed in triumph when she panted, “Yours,” followed by a needy moan.

I hit the gas a little harder and slipped a finger inside her drenched panties. I almost laughed at the similarity of this situation to when we met. We pulled into my driveway and I threw the truck into park, then raced around to her side and unbuckled her before she had the chance. Her hand tucked in mine, I dragged her to the house and unlocked the door, pulling her inside and kicking it closed as I pressed her back into the wall.

“Thinking about what I did to you against this wall,” I murmured, nibbling on her ear. “Making you mine and only mine, I’m tempted to reenact it all over again.” My hips rocked into hers as I took her mouth in a deep, thorough kiss, feeling her body tremble. “Another time. I need you in our bed.”

I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold, stalking down the hall to the bedroom.

“Your bed,” I heard her grumble softly, earning a hard smack on her luscious ass.

“Ow!” she exclaimed, wiggling to get out of my grip, but I tightened my hold, careful not to drop her.

When we got to my bed, I gently laid her on it and followed her down until my body completely covered hers. She was so damn soft, generous curves without any bony angles I’d be afraid of cutting myself on. I was about at my end, so I shoved my hand down her pants and under her panties, my finger plunging and finding her so fucking wet and ready for me.

I whipped my shirt off and slipped hers over her head, my cock practically weeping at the sight of her large tits. Sealing my mouth over hers, I managed to keep the contact as I stripped us both down to nothing. The contact of our naked, feverish bodies drew guttural groans from each of us.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. I’ll never get enough of you.” I dipped my head to suck one fat nipple into my mouth and grunted at the sweet taste. “I can’t wait to see these swollen and full, ready to feed our kid.”

Grabbing my rock hard cock, I squeezed the base once, trying to relieve some of the pressure so I wouldn’t blow the minute I entered her. Fuck it. I let go and drove deep, so fucking deep. She cried out and the sound of it, mixed with the exquisite sensation of being inside her bare, spurred me into a frenzy. My mouth continued to feast on her tits, biting, sucking, and licking her nipples as I drove my dick into her pussy.

“Wyatt! Oh, oh! Don’t stop!”

Not a fucking chance in hell.

Palming her perfect ass, I lifted her pelvis to change the angle and she began to scream with each push of my cock. The walls of her pussy were tightening, clenching, taking hold of me and trying to keep me deep inside.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so damn good. I could live in this tight, little pussy.”

I was getting harder and a tingling started at the base of my spine as my balls began to draw up. Not yet.

“This pussy is mine, Bailey,” I barked. “I was your first and I’m going to be your last. You belong here with me, in our house, our bed, giving me babies.”

“Wyatt, you can’t just—”

I cut her off, slamming in even deeper and when her whole body was trembling and she was screaming my name, I lifted one hand and spanked her ass, wishing I could see the red palm print on that plump cheek. One more slap and she splintered, her body convulsing and gripping me so damn tight. On my next thrust, I buried myself so deep inside her, I wondered if I’d permanently fused our bodies into one.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” I shouted, jets of come shooting from my body over and over, filling her with as much of me as possible. My orgasm was so fierce, I wondered if it was possible to have put another baby inside her.

Empty and spent, I collapsed on top of her but rolled to the side immediately so I wouldn’t crush her. I flipped her around and tugged her into me so her back was plastered against my front. Throwing a leg over hers and wrapping her up tight in my arms, I fell asleep determined to keep her from running out on me in the morning.