Chapter 35
JACK
“Are you sure we shouldn’t be slowing down with this?” I check, as she holds onto the bedpost, and demands I fuck her harder.
“Nope.” She shakes her head, standing up straight, and I slide my hands from her hips to her tits, continuing to thrust inside her while squeezing her nipples through my fingers.
I make a mental note to phone Dr. Stratton and check, because the last thing I want to do is fuck my girl into early labour.
Our child still has four weeks left of growing to do, and I can’t wait to see Gracie at her fullest.
“Fuck, Jack, that feels good.” She reaches her arms back and crosses them behind my head, making that pregnant belly stick out even more for me.
I’m admiring how fucking hot she looks in the mirror across the room when I feel something wet slip between my fingers. I glance down over her shoulder, and when I see what it is, I smile in satisfaction.
“You're leaking,” I tell her, examining my fingers and seeing the tiny white droplets coating them.
“I thought that wasn’t supposed to happen till the baby got here.” She stares down, looking scared. “Shit, Jack, I’m so sorry.” She cups one of her tits and covers the other with her arm, like she’s embarrassed.
“Sorry for what?” I spin her around so I can get a better look. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” Moving her hand away, I lower my head to the one that leaked and watch her eyes widen as I take it in my mouth and suck.
“Jack?” She shakes her head in confusion, while I raise my hand and start stimulating the other.
“I told you, I want to see these dripping onto your belly,” I pull back to tell her, impressed by the amount of milk that’s leaking from her nipples already. I look up and make sure she watches me lick it clean.
“Tastes good,” I assure her, scooping some on my finger and moving it towards her lips.
“Ewwww!” She pulls back. “I’m not tasting that; I don’t even think it’s supposed to happen.” She bites her lip. “Does this mean the baby’s coming early?”
“Relax, it’s perfectly normal. Some women start in their fourth or fifth month. Did you not read that book I left in the summer house for you, last month?”
“I don’t need to, I have the walking encyclopedia of pregnancy to ask.” She looks down at her nipples, still unnerved by it. “Are you sure?”
I can see the concern on her face, and the way she strokes her tummy protectively makes my cock even harder.
“I’m sure.” I take her in my hands and knead her tits until they drip between my fingers.
“This is so fucking hot. Look at you.” I spin her around and walk her closer to the mirror.
“Look at this perfect belly and these full tits.” I use my hand to stroke some of what she’s produced onto her stretched-out skin.
“Perfect.” Taking my cock, I slowly slip it back inside her.
Fucking her slowly, and watching her leak for me.
“Stroke your tummy, princess, show me how proud you are of it.” She does as she’s told, stroking big circles around the huge orb in front of her. “So fucking perfect. I should lock you in the basement and keep you knocked up forever.” She places her hands behind my head and moans as she comes.
“Fuck.” I slam into her harder, losing control of the sight in front of me. “You're squeezing me so tight; this pussy wants more cum. You want me to knock you up all over again, don’t you?”
“Jack,” she whispers my name as I hold her belly, and fuck her harder.
“You love having a part of me inside you, growing so well and making me proud. Just admit it, princess, tell me the truth.”
“Fuck,” she growls. “Don’t stop, Jack. Don’t ever fucking stop!” she screams as I come deep inside her, and hold her belly firmly.
“I never want you to stop,” she whispers one more time, before tears fill her eyes and she drops her gaze from the mirror.
“Please….No!” I wake up to her thrashing in her sleep and clutching her stomach. “Please.” Her skin is dripping with sweat; her head is shaking violently, and I try my best to stir her awake
“Gracie, wake up.” I tap her face harder when she doesn’t respond.
“Jonah!” she yells when her eyes finally open.
“Are you okay? Is it the baby?” I look down to where she’s still holding her stomach protectively.
“He was here. He came after us.” She looks around the room as if she expects him to be here.
“Gracie, are you okay?” I wipe away the hair stuck to her face and force her to look at me.
“He was here, he was going to hurt us,” she repeats, still trembling.
“No one’s here; it’s just us.” Using my thumbs, I wipe away her tears and try to reassure her.
“I’ve told you a thousand times that you're safe. Jonah probably wanted to get away, himself; I’m positive my father isn’t the only person he pissed off before he went to prison.
” It doesn’t matter how many times I tell her, she lives with constant fear.
I’m starting to wish I’d told her that he’s dead.
I have the power to end her suffering, yet I’m too selfish to risk her hating me.
“It doesn’t matter what you tell me, Jack. I know him. He’s never going to let this lie.” She starts attempting to get up.
“Where are you going?” I jump out of bed and help her to her feet.
“Where do you think I’m going? I need to pee.
” She heads for the bathroom and slams the door behind her.
I let my guilt overrule my heart, deciding I need to tell her the second she walks back through the door.
My heart beats fast as she opens it, and when I see the way she looks at me, I swallow the lump it puts in my throat.
“I’m sorry, none of this is your fault. I know you're just trying to help.” She waddles back over to me and wraps her arms around me, the best she can.
“I’m such a hormonal wreck, right now. Bet you’re glad you only have to tolerate me for a few more weeks, huh?
” She laughs, and I kiss the top of her head.
Hating myself for being too selfish to tell her.
Our time together is so precious; I can’t have her hate me for the limited time we have left.
“Gracie…” I pull back, deciding she deserves at least some honesty out of me. “I would tolerate you for the rest of my life, if you’d let me,” I whisper, feeling my heart break because, deep down, I know she won’t.
She says nothing in response, just smiles sadly and waddles her way back to bed.