Chapter 37
JACK
One Week Later
“Are you trying to eat the baby out?” I laugh when I eventually find Gracie sitting at the kitchen table, surrounded by half-eaten tubs of ice cream.
“Don’t look at me, I'm disgusting.” She quickly drops her spoon and covers her mouth while she swallows.
“You're not disgusting; you're growing my son.” I pick up the spoon and scoop a generous amount of mint ice cream onto it.
“He gets as much ice cream as he wants.” Raising it to her mouth, my cock goes instantly hard from the feisty look she gives me, before her lips cover the spoon and she indulges.
“Look at you, all firm and hot, fresh out of the gym, while I’m sitting here eating four different kinds of ice cream, looking like a beached whale.” She grips the table to support herself as she attempts to stand, and, like always, I rush to help her.
“You don’t look like a beached whale, you look sexy as hell.” I start rubbing her tummy, but she swats my hand away.
“Jack, I’m almost a week past my due date, and this baby is showing no signs of coming anytime soon. I’m really starting to worry I’ll be induced.”
“We’re doing everything we can,” I remind her, hating that not only is she scared, but clearly uncomfortable. It makes me feel really guilty for appreciating the fact she’s still here, in one piece, swelling by the day.
“I can’t have this baby in a hospital. I just can’t. We have to do more.” Storming past me, she starts walking up the stairs, only not in the usual manner. Sideways, like a crab.
“What the hell are you doing now?” I can’t help laughing at her. “It’s meant to help; I’m going up to bounce on that stupid oversized ball.” I go after her so I can support her hips as she uses the banister to slowly climb the stairs.
“Gracie, he’ll come when he’s ready,” I promise her.
“Well, he needs to hurry; he’s on a deadline. I just know that bitch wants me to give birth in the hospital, so do you.”
“Dr. Stratton is not a bitch; you said you liked her.” I laugh again, it was just last night she was saying how grateful she was that Dr. Stratton makes her feel at ease and in control.
“I do like her, I just…” Turning around, she bursts into tears. “I need him to come, Jack.” She looks so fragile and frightened, so I pull her closer so I can kiss the top of her head.
“Come on, let's go bounce you on that ball, some more.” I turn her back around so she can continue crab crawling to the top.
“Someone’s active tonight.” I grin as I feel our son move around and distort Gracie's belly.
“Do you think he might be getting ready to come out?” she asks optimistically. She’s much calmer than she was earlier; these days I find there's nothing ice cream, my cock, or a nap can’t fix.
“Maybe. If he is, he should be preserving his energy.” I grab the oil from the bedside table and start rubbing it into her stretched-tight skin, the same as I’ve done every night since she spotted her first stretch mark.
“You think these will ever go?” She traces one with her finger and makes a sulky pout.
“I hope not; I like the idea of leaving my mark on you.” I press my lips over another one and smile up at her, and she tries to look pissed off.
“They’re on my tits, too,” she whines. “I should charge you an extra million.” I hate it when she tries to make what's about to happen not seem like it’s a big deal; each time feels like a sledgehammer to my guts.
“If that's what you want.” I sit up, trying to hide my hurt as I continue oiling her skin.
“Jack, I was joking.” She giggles as she shuffles her way up the bed, then holds the side of her stomach, like she’s in pain.
“You okay, is he coming?” I jolt up, ready to take action.
“No, it’s just so heavy and tight, it hurts when it jiggles,” she admits, looking embarrassed, as I calm myself back down and get back to work.
“Nice to see you're going to be calm and collected when he does, though.” She looks amused while she fidgets to make herself more comfortable.
“I can’t stand the idea of waking up in the morning and still being pregnant. I hope something happens tonight,” she moans, rubbing her hands over the huge orb in front of her.
“I have a plan for tomorrow; one that I think will help you relax.” I kiss her tummy before resting my head on the pillow and pulling her closer as she rolls onto her side.
“Just give me one more night, so that I can hold you like this.” I rest my hand on her swollen stomach and smile. “One more night. Can you do that?”
“I don’t think I have a choice,” she huffs.
“Where is everyone?” Gracie waddles down the stairs in the robe I laid out on the bed for her this morning. It's tied together in a knot on top of her tummy, and no longer meets in the middle. I swear she’s grown again, overnight.
“I gave everyone the day off, and I even managed to convince Elizabeth Winfield to take Cecelia out for the day. We have the entire house and the grounds to ourselves.” I start the day off right by kicking off my shoes and undoing my belt.
“What are you doing?” she laughs, holding onto her stomach to stop it from hurting.
“I intend to spend the day fucking my wife all over this house.” I drag off my tie and pull my shirt off over my head, as I step closer to her, then, removing my socks, I toss them over my shoulder.
“You won’t be needing this, Mrs. Ravenshaw.
” I pull at the tie around her chest, opening the robe and letting it slide from her shoulders to fall at her feet.
“Or this.” Stepping around her, I undo the bra containing those huge, full tits and let that fall, too.
“And you certainly won’t be needing these.
” My hands slip into the waist of her panties, dragging them over her thighs as I sink to my knees behind her.
I start kissing the back of them, moving up to her pert, tight ass.
“Jack,” she whispers, sounding unsure as I work my way back up to her spine.
“What’s wrong, Gracie?” I whisper against her skin, reaching around and cupping those milk-filled tits in my hand, squeezing them and hoping they spill for me.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” She rests her head back against my shoulder when I’m fully standing, looking beautifully ripe and full of bliss.
“Come on, I have the perfect place for us to start.” I take her hand and guide her out the back door. Her cheeks flush red as we both step fully naked out onto the lawn.
“Jack, someone might see us.” She covers her tits with one arm and attempts to hide her pussy with the other. The fact that she looks too big to even reach it now, satisfies the hell out of me.
“There’s no one here; we’re all alone.” I continue moving us towards the door that leads to her garden, ensuring I don’t move too fast for her.
She smiles as I open the door, the way she always does when she steps into her own little paradise. I have no regrets making it pretty for her; she’s spent a lot of time out here these past few months, and what I like most is that she’s wanted to share her sanctuary with me.
“Here.” I guide her into the summer house and sit myself butt-ass naked on the furs.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said last week.
I like the idea of fucking you like a berserker.
” Taking my cock in my hand, I start pumping it through my fist, watching her embarrassment instantly switch to desperation.
“I also like the idea of you sitting on my cock, riding me so I can watch this sexy tummy I gave you, bounce right in front of me.” She’s so ripe and fucking ready, I have to start accepting that each time we do this, it could be our last.
“I like that idea, too.” She smiles, stepping forward to the challenge and using my shoulders as a ledge as she straddles my legs and hovers herself over my cock.
Taking her hips in my hand, I guide her to sink down on top of it, smiling at her as she takes me deep inside her perfect, fucking channel.
She’s so tight and warm around my shaft; her eyes open wider and her mouth falls open as she takes me completely, and makes that relieved little gasp.
“Fuck, you feel so tight.” I slide my hands up to rest each side of her belly, taking its weight so she can manoeuvre herself up and down my cock.
“Everything about you is so fucking perfect; it almost hurts to look at you.” I feel our child shift inside her as she rides me, and I smile as I stroke a big, proud circle over the surface of her bulging tummy.
“So fucking perfect, Gracie,” I tell her again, gazing up at her with more adoration than my heart can contain. “You were made to carry my children. Made to be bred by me.”
Gracie says nothing, just smiles that intoxicating smile that tugs at my heartstrings and makes me feel out of control.
“Look at what we did.” I bend my head forward to kiss her stomach.
“We made something so beautiful, so precious. Just imagine if we’d never met; if you hadn’t tried to steal from me.
” I watch the tears fill her eyes as her pussy swallows my cock.
“I want to remember you like this forever. You couldn’t be any more mine than you are right now.
Full of me, ready to burst, and still taking my cock like a good girl. ”
“Jack, I’m going to come.” She grips my shoulders and drops her head between her arms, and I take one hand from her belly so I can grip under her chin and lift it back up. “Look at me. Look at me and say it.” I feel tears of my own starting to threaten.
“Say what?” She looks so flustered and panicked, as her release edges closer.
“What you want to say, but won’t. What you feel, but try to deny. Say it,” I order, both our eyes locked on each other, and brimming with tears.
“Just fucking say it, Gracie,” I beg, sounding weak and desperate.
“I can’t.” She shakes her head guiltily, then finally releases, rolling her hips tight against mine and taking what she needs from me. I watch, fascinated by the way she looks when she loses control, and wondering how the hell I’m going to get over losing her.
“So, where's next?” She slides off my lap, ignoring the elephant in the room and making my still-solid cock slap against my stomach.
“You're down for another round, already?” I laugh, standing up and taking her hips. “I should be making you rest,” I remind her, trying my best to put on a brave face. I want her to take away memories that make her smile, not ones of me being a wreck of a man.
“I can rest once this baby comes. You, however, are going to be up all nigh-”
“Can we not do that today?” I interrupt her. “Can we just pretend that this isn’t ending?” I don’t want to kill the mood she’s in, but I need this.
“Sure.” She smiles back at me, looking every bit as sorry for me as I do, myself. I want to shake her, yell, and ask why she’s doing this, not just to me but to herself. Instead, I take a breath and watch her look shocked when I scoop her up off her feet.
“Jack, what are you doing? I must weigh a ton.” She laughs as I carry her through her garden and back out onto the lawn.
“You’ll never weigh more than I can carry.” I kiss her as I walk us back inside the house, and head straight to the pool room.
“You know how much I like pool sex.” She beams when I place her on her feet next to the gradual steps and start wading into the warm water towards the deep end.
“What if my waters break in here?” She remains static with just her toes in the water.
“So what if they do?” I laugh, kneeling and dropping my head back to soak my hair.
“We can always drain the pool. Come on.” I coax her in by hooking my finger at her, and she smiles beautifully as she balances her body on the rail and steps in deeper.
“Look at these tits, floating on the surface.” I take one in my hand as she nears and wraps her arms around my neck. “Begging to be sucked and fucked.” I reach around her and guide her thighs around my hips, at the same time being careful not to crush the precious cargo between us.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her.
“With my life.” She smiles back convincingly, but I know it's a lie. If she trusted me with her life, she wouldn’t be leaving me because she’s scared of another man.
“Rest back.” I support her lower back and slowly guide her to rest the top half of her body in the water, keeping those legs firmly wrapped around my hips.
“You good?” I check, holding her waist with one hand while I guide my cock inside her with the other.
“Really good.” She nods, looking up at the ceiling and keeping herself afloat. Her belly looks enormous, sticking out of the water; all round and tight in front of me, and I admire it as I stroke her from the inside with my cock.
“You want to come again?” I use my thumb to press against her clit, massaging her to another climax while my cock fills her pregnant pussy.
I don’t ask her for words this time. I allow her to enjoy it. I watch it make her shiver, and when she strokes those pretty, delicate hands over the belly I gave her, it triggers me to come deep inside her.
“That was awesome.” She has a satisfied grin on her face as I help her rise back up and get steady on her feet. “What’s next?”
“Next, we eat.” I kiss her, helping her out of the pool and wrapping the towel, I laid out on the lounger earlier, around her full, fertile figure.
“Are you feeling any different?” I check, knowing she’s a ticking time bomb. Each day she remains pregnant feels like a blessing; my luck is sure to run out soon.
“Still sitting comfortable.” She sighs, rolling her hand over her towel, and this time, not looking mad about it.
“Thank you.” The words come out of my mouth spontaneously, and when she looks up at me, confused, I feel the need to explain them. “You’ve done the most perfect job. You look so fucking beautiful, and I owe you so much more than what you’re taking with you.”
Her mouth moves like she’s about to say something, but she stops herself.
“You're welcome,” she eventually says, swallowing a lump in her throat as she fakes me a smile. “Now, I do recall you promising to feed me.” She shakes her head and drags us out of an awkward silence.
“That I did.” I kiss her, leading her back upstairs to the kitchen where I’ve prepared a feast fit for an overdue duchess.