Chapter 27
JACE
FOUR WEEKS LATER
I jump off Buck’s back and get him in his stall, then lifting off his saddle I rest it on a hay bail while I head to get him some water. I almost jump out of my skin when Maddison appears from the side door, wearing a cute, little nightdress that opens at the front and shows off her full, fertile figure.
“Holy shit!” I study her up and down, feeling my cock press tight against my jeans.
“I heard you gave the boys the night off, and I decided you haven’t given me much attention today.” She plays with the ribbon that's tying the fabric together under her tits.
“These are starting to hurt again, I think it’s because they’re getting full.” She squeezes one of her tits in her hands and I swallow heavily when I think about lapping my tongue around those sweet, tender nipples.
“You must be forgettin’ that you threw a plate at my head this mornin’.” I ain’t one to hold grudges, but the fact she threw that plate because I didn’t tell her I loved her as I left, seems a little irrational.
“And are you forgetting that you put me in this condition, Jace Sullivan?” She lets the fabric fall open so she can show off that sexy, swollen belly. Just hearing her say that guarantees that she won’t be leaving this stable until her cunt is dripping full of me.
She’s thirty-two weeks along, and I thought the horny stage would be past us by now. The app said she’d be slowing down and starting to nest.
The app was wrong.
“How could I forget when you're making it look so good?” I lick my lips and imagine burying my head between her thighs, knowing how wet she’ll be. She’s constantly slick and ready for me, and her hormones seem to have taken over any logical sense or reasoning.
“I missed you while you were gone. I really needed you, Jace.” She shocks the hell outta me when she slides the panties off her hips and then swings her leg over my saddle. “I had to do something I haven’t done since I got here.” Her hand moves under her belly and she starts to stroke her fingers through her pussy lips.
“Take your hand off, that’s mine,” I warn her, playfully.
“I already came on these fingers once, today. I thought you might want to watch me do it again?” she teases. The vision of her sitting on my saddle with that big, round belly, and her hand on her pussy has me stepping into action.
“You came without me?” I take the riding crop from the hook on the beam and then fist her hair. Yeah, she's fragile and, yeah, I have to treat her with consideration but that don’t mean we can’t have a little fun. My girl likes it rough and, right now, she deserves a punishment.
“You’re gonna get my saddle wet,” I tell her, letting the tag on the crop brush over her stretched skin.
“You mad about it?” She looks up at me devilishly.
“Not at all.” I smack her hand away from her pussy so I can replace it with mine, stroking my fingers over her sensitive flesh and feeling her drench them.
“I’ve created a monster,” I whisper, as she rubs herself against my hand and throws back her head.
“Look at you, pretty girl. You’re so fuckin’ desperate. Such a pregnant, little slut. How many times did you think about my cock today, Princess?”
When she ignores my question I freeze my hand and use the crop to strike her ass hard enough to cause a little sting. I can tell from the gasp she makes that it causes a little pleasure too.
“Answer the question, darlin’. How many times?”
She catches her breath and looks back up at me.
“I didn’t stop thinking about it.” She bites her lip.
“That's a good answer,” I get back to giving her clit the attention it needs, stroking and flicking her with my fingers.
“Are you going to give me that cock?” She lifts her fingers to my belt to unleash me, and I use the crop to thrash her over her knuckles.
“Not yet, you gotta earn it first. Get my saddle good and wet. I want to smell this needy, desperate, little cunt next time I’m riding.” Her nipples harden when I circle them both with the end of my crop.
“Good girl, I wanna see these leaking onto your belly while your pussy drenches my leather.”
“I…need you to suck them,” she manages, and instead of giving her my mouth, I place the crop between my teeth and take one of her full, heavy tits in my hand. I squeeze and roll her nipple between two of my fingers while I slip a finger from my other hand inside her tight pussy.
“Jace.” I watch the next swallow she makes travel down her neck and have to bite down a little harder on the crop.
“Jace, please,” she begs, almost looking as if she’s gonna cry and I take the crop from my mouth so I can talk to her.
“Look at yourself, you're such a pretty, little wreck right now. You want me to fuck you like a slut?” I ask, knowing that it’s what she needs, and when she nods her head, I slip another finger inside her and get a long, drawn-out moan in response.
“Fuck, you sound like a slut too. A perfect, pregnant, little slut who belongs to me,” I whisper in her ear and feel her body shiver against me.
“Let me tell you what's gonna happen.” I take both her hands and hold them behind her back, ensuring those juicy tits and her full belly stick out in front of her. “Let me tell you, Princess.” My cock feels heavy and my balls are ready to blow. “I’m gonna fuck you like a slut in here, and then…” I kiss her cheek, “...I’m gonna carry you inside and make love to ya,” I whisper tenderly before grabbing one of her legs and bringing it back over the saddle.
She looks so thrilled and excited as I take out my cock and present it to her. When she takes it in her hands and starts to stroke me, she looks me dead in the eyes as she licks the precum from my tip.
“You like how that tastes?”
She nods her head.
“Good, because it’s all for you. I’m gonna fill you with so much of it, I’ll bet I could knock you up again.” Her smile tells me that she likes the sound of that, even if it is almost impossible.
I know, for a sure fact, how much my girl enjoyed being bred and I also know that I’ll be doing it again as soon as she’s ready. She makes pregnancy look far too good for me not to wanna keep her this way.
“Spread your legs, Princess. I’m gonna fuck you on my saddle.” I use my knees to force her thighs apart, then taking the crop from the bail and placing it between her lips, I thrust hard and deep into that hole that I’ve made my perfect fit.
“Steady yourself with one hand and stroke your tummy with the other,” I order, watching as she follows my command. “I love how you touch it, you always look so pleased with yourself.” I slam into her. “Admit it for me, Baby Momma, you love it. You fuckin’ love that I put my baby in you. Look at how well you're doing.” I frame my hands around her big, beautiful bump and take its weight while her tits bounce with each of my thrusts.
The crop falls out her mouth when she starts to come, and I feel her flood my cock as she clenches at my shirt and screams my name.
“Fuck, Jace, keep going!” she manages, and not even realizing that I’d stopped to admire her, I get back to it, feeding her throbbing pussy with my cock until I feel myself getting close.
“I’m gonna empty this load, right here.” I smooth my hand over her stretched-out skin and when she nods, it seems to trigger my release. I pull out and manage to aim the thick ropes of my seed directly onto her skin. Spraying her belly with cum and making sure it covers every inch by rubbing my palm through it.
“Fuck.” I look at how her skin glistens as I try to catch my breath.
“You okay?” I check, knowing that I’ve been hard on her. Pregnant women should be worshiped for what they have to endure, not treated like needy whores but the night isn’t over yet, and I’m about to ensure that my baby momma knows exactly how valued she is.