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ejaculation. When I’m certain he’s done, I reach for the glass of water on the nightstand to wash it all down.
Setting the glass down, I turn back to him, smiling at the blissful look on his face. “Fuck Beetlejuice.”
“I’d rather fuck you,” he says breathlessly as he reaches up to grab my breast. “Your boobs did get bigger. I guess your body’s getting ready to feed two babies at once.” He licks his lips as he pinches my nipple. “How about you feed one tonight? Take your panties off and come sit on my face.”
I slide out of my underwear and toss them somewhere behind me. He watches me with a ravenous look in his eyes as I crawl across the bed toward him.
“That’s it, baby. Come to Daddy.”
I bite my lip as I sit up on my knees and swing one leg over his chest until I’m straddling his face with my back toward the headboard. From this position, with my pussy hovering just inches above his face, I watch his dick inflate so fast it practically smacks his abdomen. If I wasn’t so nervous, I’d probably laugh. This position always makes me a little scared that I’m going to suffocate him. But I’m even more anxious now that I’ve gained so much weight. Glancing back at him over my shoulder, though, it’s obvious he is not the least bit intimidated by the new round fullness of my hips.
I lean forward a bit, resting my hand on the mattress and wrapping my other hand around his cock. Getting a firm grip, I lower myself slowly onto his face. His tongue is firm and hot as he swipes it over my clit. I try not to move my hips for a while as I continue pumping my fist on his cock. But every flick of his tongue makes me hungrier for the orgasm I’ve been craving since he left for California two weeks ago.
I rock back and forth gently at first, and he takes my cue to hold his tongue steady. The orgasm builds slowly at first, until he begins to moan as he gets close to coming. The sound vibrates on my clit and I have to focus to maintain my grip on his erection. Sweat drips down my scalp, rolling over my neck as the muscles in my abdomen tighten and the babies start kicking.
“Oh, God,” I cry out as the orgasm rocks me, my thighs weakening, my grip loosening just as he shoots his load.
He continues licking me and I keep pumping my fist until we’ve both finished. Then I dismount him and we lie next to each other, sweaty and spent and trembling with adrenaline.
“Fuck. If I can’t win after that, I don’t deserve to win,” he mutters.
“You’ll still be the King of Dad Jokes,” I reply. “That has to count for something.”
He lazily rolls onto his side and lays a soft kiss on my belly. “It counts for everything.”
Ten
“Take your shoes off.”
I cock an eyebrow at Lena. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Take your shoes off. We’re gonna do some yoga before we head to the beach. Then we’re going for a run on the sand. You need to strengthen that hip and the lower half of your legs if you want to keep landing those aerials.”
I wave off her suggestion. “We don’t have to do that. Edie’s coming over later tonight to do the PT exercises. Besides, the hip isn’t even bothering me today.”
She crosses her arms across her chest. “You think I didn’t see you trying not to limp when you came out of the water yesterday?” She purses her lips, daring me to lie to her.
I sigh as I slide my feet out of my flip-flops. “All right. Let’s get this over with.”
“Come on. Let’s go in the backyard where your giant legs can stretch out without knocking over my furniture.”
I follow her through the living room and toward the kitchen where the back door leads out to the yard. “Just because Yuri’s a midget doesn’t make me a giant,” I reply, noting that the oak kitchen table is covered in mail.
“Good thing he’s not here to hear you say that, or he’d bite your ankle so hard. You should see him do it. It’s so cute.”
I laugh when I see she already has two yoga mats laid out on the grass in the backyard. “I don’t need a yoga mat. I’m a man. I don’t mind getting a little grassy.”
She rolls her