Chapter 42 #2
“Lance…,” I call after him, and when he turns around, I shuffle my way over to him and pull him in for an awkward hug. “I hope one day you find a fucked-up love of your own,” I whisper..
I’m feeling a little nervous when I hear the door downstairs slam, and I wait for Ren upstairs.
I’ve had a lot of time to think about what Lance revealed today. I’ve put a few things together and come to a conclusion. Now it’s time to figure out if that conclusion is correct. If it is, I’ve got some making up to do.
“Holy fuck.” Ren’s eyes almost pop out of his head when he finds me lying propped up on the bed, facing the door, in my just-in-case underwear.
The bra barely fits, so my tits spill over the top of it, and I can’t even see what’s going on with the thong but I know I’ll be relieved when it comes off.
“Baby, are you okay?” He looks a little concerned about my mental state as he enters the room and closes the door behind him.
“I’m good. Very uncomfortable, but good.” I stroke my hand over my belly, knowing how much he likes it.
“It can’t be much longer.” He sounds sympathetic as he moves closer, still seeming unsure as to what's happening here.
“Might be even less if we did something freaky,” I point out, biting my lip because I know he likes that, too.
“You must really be uncomfortable, you could barely look at me when I left. Have you been reading up on how to induce labour?” He frowns suspiciously.
“I found something out today.” I ignore his questions because my desire for the truth is almost as bad as the desire to feel him inside me again.
“What did you find out, pretty girl?” he asks, stroking his hand over my huge, round belly and looking mesmerized by it. I know how much he’s missed being able to touch it while I was mad at him.
“Well, for a start, I found out that Katelyn wasn’t shot; she died from a single stab wound.” His hand instantly stops the circle he’s making, and he slowly looks up at me.
“How did you find that out?” his eyes narrow, darkly.
“You getting the governor involved may have covered all your tracks with the law, but not with me. Why did you lie to me, Ren?” I ask. I think I have a pretty good idea why, but I need to hear it from him to be sure.
“I don’t know where you're getting your information from but?—”
“Don’t lie to me, Ren, I want the truth. I can handle it,” I promise him.
“You sure about that?” He rests his knees on the floor and kisses my taut, overstretched skin before his eyes meet mine again.
“I’m sure.” I nod for him to continue.
“I saw how much you wanted me to save her before I went inside that cabin, and as mad as I was, I had every intention to do what you asked. I thought you were bat shit crazy, but I was gonna do it. I walked through the door, and she was already dead, baby.” His hand moves up to cradle my face and wipe away my tears when they start to fall.
“I couldn’t face coming out and telling you that.
I knew you’d blame yourself; that you’d carry that guilt for a whole fucking lifetime and so I figured it would be better if you blamed me instead. ”
“Ren.” I shake my head, unable to believe that he’d risk me hating him rather than have me hate myself. “Were you really gonna save her?”
“Of course, I was. You asked me to.” He stares back at me, confused, and it makes those tears flow even faster.
“Is there anything you wouldn’t do for me?” I laugh despite them.
“Not a single fucking thing.” He reaches up to kiss me, standing back up on his feet.
“I just have one more question.” I pull back before we get started on making up for all the nights we’ve been apart.
“Hit me with it.”
“How did you manage to cover it all up? I own that cabin now my dad is dead. The bodies would have been found there, it’s all evidence that could–”
“Relax, the governor took care of it. I asked him to ensure that Katelyn had a death certificate, so she could have a funeral, and no one knows about the cabin. There’s no deeds or paper trail to suggest it was ever owned by your father.
Not anymore, anyway. I heard some rich-as-fuck property developer bought the land and is demolishing the place as we speak. ” He teases his lips close to mine.
“I wonder who that might be?” I ask with a clever smile.
“I have no idea.” He pulls me closer to him.
“Why was it so important for you to make sure Katelyn got a funeral?” I close my eyes and breathe him in. The ache inside me is getting more desperate. I don’t know how long I can hold off.
“Because I know my girl, and I know you’d want a place to take flowers to her, the same way you do for your dad.” He kisses me again, and I feel all the comfort I’ve been missing this past week, take hold of me.
“You know, I have actually done a little reading up on how to get things started,” I tell him, trying my best to be seductive despite being the size of a planet.
“Yeah?” He smiles as I gently guide him to sit on the bed and lie him back against the mattress. Standing up in front of him, I drag the thong off my hips and climb on top of his body to straddle him.
“Eloise, you sure about this?” He takes hold of my stomach in both hands. Looking almost scared.
“We need to be careful, I’d really like to make it to that funeral tomorrow.” I pull down the sweats he’s wearing and take his huge, thick cock in my fist. “But I do I have a little surprise for you.”
Leaving his cock standing firm between us, I reach back and unhook my bra. Dragging it off to reveal the round, heavy tits I’ve been craving his hands on.
“What’s this, Kitten?” He watches me intently as I take one in my hand and squeeze it tight, rolling my thumb and finger around my nipple and forcing the white liquid to the surface so he can see it for himself.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His dark eyes light up when he sees the droplets start dripping from my nipples onto my swollen stomach, and sitting up on his hands, he uses his tongue to catch one before it falls.
“How long has it been like this?” He takes over my hand with one of his, kneading me and coaxing more to the surface.
“I noticed it this morning when I woke up. They had soaked through my t-shirt,” I admit. “Guess it must mean she’s close to coming.” I smile as I stroke my tummy.
“I better make the most of you like this while I can.” His hand moves between us to take hold of his cock, and instead of putting it inside me he presses it tight against my belly.
His thumb glides over my nipple, catching the next drop and letting it spill into the arch of his hand, and while he sucks it clean, he pins me with those deadly, beautiful eyes.
“You feel how hard I am for you, kitten?” He grabs my wrist and guides my hands down between us to cup his balls.
“You know I’ve been keeping hold of all this for you.
” Releasing me, he takes his cock in his free hand and taps it gently against my stomach and I lick my lips when I see it already leaking from the tip.
“I never want us to fight again,” I tell him as he sucks my nipple back into his mouth, drawing all he can from it, and making me moan.
“That wasn’t a fight, baby. That was you being mad at me.” He looks up at me and flicks his tongue over me with a satisfied grin. “You know what that does to me.”
I press his shoulder back so he’s laying down, and move further up his body so his cock presses against my entrance, and I watch the agonized pleasure in his face as I slowly sink my pussy over his shaft.
“Careful,” he reminds me when I let my head fall back and embrace the sensation of being full of him again.
“I don’t care. I need this.” I slowly start to move my hips, watching his palms splay over my belly as I start to bounce.
“This is everything I ever wanted, Eloise. Ever since that day we met, your dreams have been my dreams. I love that you’ve let me make them come true.” His hand moves up to my tit again, holding it firm and stroking his thumb over it’s surface
“Drip onto your belly for me, Kitten, I want to lick it off.” He milks me through his fingers, ensuring it spills onto my stomach, and with his free hand supporting my back, he reaches up and rolls his tongue over my skin to lap it up.
Suddenly, he’s the one in control, thrusting from under me, as his mouth wraps back around my nipple and he drinks from me.
The sensation isn't just erotic, it feels kind of beautiful, and knowing how much Ren appreciates the changes that my body is going through makes me want to do it for him again and again.
“Being deep inside you, tasting you like this, it’s so fucking hot, El.” He pops his lips away to tell me. Grinning up at me like the devil himself.
“Come in my pussy, Ren,” I beg him, feeling myself tip over the edge again, and it feels so intense it distracts me from the fact he’s lifted me up, spun me round and laid me on my back.
“Not this time, Kitten.” He shocks me when he pulls out of me, standing between my legs and letting his cock spurt all over my belly.
I watch in fascination as his fingers trail through it, dragging it all the way up to circle my nipple.
Pressing his body tight against mine, and sucking that nipple back into his mouth he tastes us combined.
Then moves his lips to mine. “Perfect.” He bites my lip before kissing me and making sure I get a taste, too.