Chapter 37
SAWYER
FIVE WEEKS LATER
“Y ou could at least let me paint around the window sill.” Riley rubs her hand across her big, round belly as she rocks herself in the chair I got from the antique store in the city.
“I feel useless,” she pouts.
“What do you mean ‘useless’? You picked out the colour, and you're doin’ a great job of lookin’ cute in those dungarees.”
“Sawyer, they're your dungarees and they don’t even fit me.” I look at how the front stretches so tight over her stomach that it barely reaches her chest, and smile to myself proudly. There's something real satisfying in seeing the woman you're not supposed to be in love with, swelling with your child.
“Cute.” She scoffs a laugh at me.
“Cute, sexy, and everything in between.” Moving across the room to her, I rest my hands on each arm of the chair and lean down to kiss her lips.
“How did ya get so much paint on you when you're not even painting?” I laugh when I see the white marks staining the denim.
“Because you're a sloppy decorator, you flicked it all over me when you were doing the ceiling,” she tells me, trying not to smile.
“You don’t usually complain when I flick all over you,” I tease, before getting back to work. “You know, we really need to start thinking about getting some furniture for this room. We’re gonna need a car seat and a stroller too,” I point out as I roll more paint onto the walls.
“There’s no hurry,” she tells me, and when I turn my head, I can tell she’s trying to avoid the conversation again, I just don’t know why.
“Riley, we're seven weeks away from your due date, and I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that sometimes babies come early.”
“We have plenty of time.” She struggles out of the chair and waddles her way toward me then picking up the brush from the roller tray, she starts to edge around the window frame.
“What’s wrong?” I put my roller down and take the brush from her hand.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just don't get what the big rush is.” She goes to take the brush back from me, but I move it further away.
“Riley, why are you avoiding this?”
“It’s not that I’m avoiding it…” Her skin blushes red. “...I just can’t afford to be spending money right now. Cutting down my hours before I went on official maternity leave hit me hard,” she admits.
“Why didn’t ya say somethin’?” I shake my head.
“Because it's not your problem.” She looks away with an embarrassed laugh, and I grab her jaw and turn her head back to face me.
“I disagree. Riley, I’m all of the problem.” I take both sides of her stomach firmly in my hands, liking that the crop top she’s wearing under my dungarees is allowing me to touch her bare, swollen flesh.
“I was the one who rushed you into this. I flushed away your birth control, I made sure I did everything I could to get my baby in there.” I gently shake my hands. “So I’m gonna help you however I can. Starting by getting our little princess everything she needs.” I get back to work, admiring the white fingerprints I leave on her skin.
“I guess you have a point, all this is entirely your fault.” I quickly turn my head back at her and recognise the seductive smirk on her face.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it. You love having my baby in there.”
“Not when she’s pressing on my bladder and kicking me through the night.” I watch her slowly release the buckles of my dungarees so they fall open and reveal her bump completely.
“You know what getting that belly out does to me,” I warn, growing harder as she strokes her palms all over its surface.
“Thirty-three weeks and still no stretch marks. I wonder what my secret is?” She taunts me.
“Darlin’, if you ain’t lookin’ to get fucked in our baby girl’s nursery, I suggest you stop right there.” I reach over my back and drag my T-shirt over my head. Moving back toward her, I stand side on to her body and lift her crop top up over her tits.
“These are getting so full.” I take one in my hand and squeeze it, noting how heavy it’s become since last time. “I can’t wait to see you sitting in that chair feeding our baby with ‘em.” I tug at her nipples the way she likes me to, and when I feel something wet slip between my fingers, I check if it’s what I think it is.
“Oh… baby.” I smile as I rub the substance between my thumb and finger, then lick them to confirm.“You’re fuckin’ leakin’.” I go to squeeze out some more, but she forces my hand away.
“I’m sorry.” She covers her hands over her tits and looks down at them, self consciously.
“Sorry! Are you crazy ? I’ve been waiting a long time for this. You know Jace drinks Maddison’s in his coffee every morning?”
“That's disgusting!” She looks horrified.
“Riley Hale, take your hands away from those pretty tits and stop being so ashamed. I wanna taste what you're gonna feed my baby, is that so wrong?”
I see her taking in what I’ve said, and when she reluctantly drops her hands, I lower my head so I can suck more from her nipple.
My cock presses hard against her as she leaks between my lips and when she starts making those same noises she does when she comes for me, I keep going. It tastes sweet, and although it takes some coaxing to draw it out of her, it’s every bit as good as I imagined it would be.
“Fuck, Riley, you need to taste this.” I let some drip onto my fingertip, and as I move it up to her lips, she pulls back.
“Come on, be a good girl and taste it for me, I promise you’ll like it.”
I wait for her to swallow her pride and nod before I slowly trail her lips with my finger. I figure she must like the taste too because when I pop it onto her mouth, she sucks it clean.
“There… aren’t you a good girl?” I tap the side of her cheek with my hand proudly. “ My good girl. Look at how beautifully you’re growing my baby in there.” I circle my palm around her stomach. Now your tits are gettin’ all ripe and full too. You taste so fuckin’ good.” I push my jeans off my hips and take my dick in my hand. “You gonna take this cock like a good girl, too?” I start pulling it through my fist, letting it touch against her taut, swollen stomach.
She answers my question by pushing down her dungarees and panties to the floor and kicking them away.
“How do you want to do this?” She lowers her eyes to the obstacle between us and bites her lip.
“You wanna ride me? Let me see this pretty tummy bounce.”
Riley nods her head enthusiastically, then waits for me to get on the floor so she can steady her hand on my shoulder to straddle me.
“You okay?” I help her when she struggles a little to get on her knees, then taking hold of my cock again, I carefully steer it into her entrance. “Take it slow, baby, I wanna feel that pregnant pussy take every inch.” I rest my other hand on her belly as she steadily lowers herself over me.
“Fuck, that feels good.” She rests her hand back against my thigh to steady herself.
“This is the perfect fuckin’ angle, I wish you could see how hot you look right now.” I watch as she gyrates against me. “That’s right, baby, show me how much you like my big cock stretching you.” I can feel her walls tightening around me already. Being pregnant has made her so fuckin’ sensitive.
I take the weight of her bump in both my hands so she can ride me faster, and when I feel our baby stir against my palms, I reach my head forward so I can kiss the top of her stomach. “You feel her moving in there?” I ask as I start pumping her from underneath.
“Yes.” She nods her head, and looks ready to fuckin’ come.
“You gonna let me knock you up again?”
“Sawyer...” Riley shakes her head, as if she doesn't want to have the conversation.
“Answer me.” I grit the words through my teeth desperately. “Are you gonna let me knock you up again? Let me own this body, the way I do now.”
“Oh my god,” she pants, as her hands press over mine and she rides her orgasm out on my cock.
“Answer me, baby.” I won’t let her shy away from my question.
“ Yes! ” she screams as she reaches her climax, her fingers tensing over mine and her pussy dripping all over my cock.
“Good girl,” I whisper, as her arms move to steady herself on the floor and her body hovers over mine.
“No take backs.” I brush my fingers over the sides of her tummy and make her shiver, then, before she can put up a fight, I grip her hair and drag her mouth down to mine.