Chapter Two
We lay there in heavy silence, the afterglow fading fast as reality crashed down.
Morgan reached over with a visibly shaking hand and grabbed the pregnancy test. She held it between us, staring at the two unmistakable pink lines. Her fingers trembled so badly I thought she might drop it.
“Oh my God, Nick…” Her voice cracked. “This can’t be real. It’s only been one night. How the hell is this even possible?”
I felt a sharp spike of panic in my chest. My best friend’s little sister. Pregnant. With my ring on her finger. The guilt hit me like a truck.
“Fuck,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Jake is going to kill me. He’s going to fucking kill me, Morgan. I was supposed to look out for you, not… not knock you up in Vegas after a drunken wedding.”
Morgan sat up a little, still clutching the test, eyes wide with stress.
“I know. God, I know. He’ll never forgive us.
And my parents…” She pressed a hand to her forehead, breathing faster.
“What the hell were we thinking? I remember sucking you off in the chapel bathroom right before we said ‘I do.’ Then everything after… and now I’m pregnant. ”
The guilt and panic were real, but so was the heat still simmering between us. My cock was already hardening again against her thigh despite the stress. I pulled her back down into my arms, holding her tightly.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered against her hair, even as my hand slid down to rest protectively on her lower belly. “But I can’t undo it. And part of me… fuck, part of me doesn’t want to. You’re carrying my baby, Morgan.”
She let out a shaky breath, torn between anxiety and something warmer. “I’m scared. But I also can’t stop thinking about how good it felt last night. All of it. Especially when you kept waking me up with your cock inside me.” Her voice wavered. “I wanted it, Nick. I loved it.”
I kissed her hard, the mix of guilt and lust making everything more intense. “You’re mine now. My wife. Pregnant with my child.” My hand rubbed her belly in slow circles. “And I’m going to take care of you.”
kiss deepened. Nervous energy crackled between us.
Morgan pushed me onto my back and climbed on top, straddling me.
When she sank down onto my cock, it was deep and deliberate.
She started riding me slowly at first, then with growing urgency — panic and guilt fueling the fire between us.
I kept one hand protectively on her belly the entire time, feeling the soft warmth where our baby was already growing.
“Fuck, Morgan,” I groaned, watching her move above me, her fuller tits bouncing with every roll of her hips.
She braced her hands on my chest and rode me harder, eyes half-lidded with stress and pleasure. “I shouldn’t want this so much,” she gasped, “but I do.”
Her words sent a fresh surge of lust through me.
I gripped her hips tighter, helping her move, thrusting up to meet every downward roll of her body.
The wet, obscene sound of her soaked pussy taking my cock filled the penthouse bedroom.
Morgan’s full tits bounced with every hard ride, her sensitive nipples dark and begging for attention.
“Neither should I,” I groaned, voice rough. “But look at you — my best friend’s little sister, married to me, pregnant with my baby, and riding my cock like you need it to breathe.”
She moaned loudly, grinding down in tight circles before lifting up and slamming back down again. I sat up slightly, capturing one of her bouncing breasts in my mouth. I sucked hard on her nipple, flicking it with my tongue, and Morgan cried out, her pussy clenching around me even tighter.
“Yes—fuck, Nick, they’re so sensitive,” she panted. Her hands moved to my shoulders for leverage as she started bouncing faster, chasing her pleasure. The guilt and panic were still there in her eyes, but they only seemed to make her wetter, more desperate.
I switched to her other breast, sucking and gently biting while my hand stayed glued to her lower belly. “This is where my baby is growing,” I murmured against her skin. “I put it there. I bred you so deep last night and now you’re carrying my child.”
Morgan’s rhythm faltered as another wave of pleasure hit her. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to mine, our breaths mingling. “I’m scared… but I love how full you make me feel,” she whispered shakily. “Keep filling me, Nick. Please.”
That was all I needed.
I flipped us suddenly so she was on her back again. I hooked her legs over my arms and drove into her hard and deep, pounding her into the mattress. The headboard slammed against the wall with every powerful thrust. Morgan’s nails dug into my back as she took everything I gave her.
“Yes—harder!” she begged, stress turning into raw need. “Breed me again!”
I fucked her relentlessly, the mix of guilt, panic, and overwhelming lust making everything feel electric.
When she came, it was explosive — her entire body shaking, pussy spasming wildly around my cock as she screamed my name.
The feeling pulled me over the edge with her.
I buried myself as deep as possible and came hard, flooding her womb with pulse after heavy pulse of thick cum.
We collapsed together, sweaty and breathing hard. My hand never left her belly.