Chapter Six
Morgan stayed draped over my chest for a few minutes, catching her breath. Eventually she lifted her head and gave me a tired but mischievous smile.
“I’m actually starving now,” she admitted. “All this… activity is working up an appetite.” She reached for the phone on the nightstand, still sitting on my cock. She dialed room service while lazily grinding her hips in slow circles.
“Yes, hi… can we get more food? Pancakes, fruit, bacon, eggs, orange juice… and lots of whipped cream.” She winked at me as she hung up. “We might need the whipped cream for more than just the pancakes.”
When the food finally arrived, I threw on a robe to accept it at the door while Morgan stayed in bed looking thoroughly fucked. Once the cart was inside, she climbed out of bed naked and pulled me over to the small dining table in the suite.
We started playfully. I cut a piece of pancake and fed it to her from my fork.
She licked the syrup off my fingers with deliberate slowness, her eyes locked on mine.
I retaliated by dipping a strawberry in whipped cream and tracing it across her lips before letting her eat it.
She sucked my finger clean with a filthy little moan.
The playfulness didn’t last long.
Morgan climbed onto my lap, straddling me on the chair. She kissed me hard, tasting like syrup and sin. My hands roamed her body as she ground against my rapidly hardening cock.
“Fuck it,” I growled. “I need you again.”
I stood up, lifting her with me, and set her ass on the edge of the table. Dishes rattled as I pushed plates aside. I spread her thighs wide and slammed into her in one hard thrust.
Morgan cried out, knocking over a glass of orange juice. “Yes—fuck me, Nick!”
I pounded into her aggressively, the table creaking under us. “Such a greedy pregnant slut,” I snarled. “Can’t even eat breakfast without needing my cock again.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Because you knocked me up so good. Now I’m addicted to your cum.”
I gripped her hips and fucked her harder, the sound of skin slapping wetly mixing with the clatter of silverware. I leaned down and sucked on her tits, biting her nipples while I drove into her.
“Look at this mess,” I said, glancing at the spilled juice and food. “We’re ruining breakfast because you’re such a cock-hungry wife.”
Morgan moaned loudly, her nails digging into my back. “I am. I’m your knocked-up wife who let you breed her on our wedding night. Fill me again. Pump another load into your baby mama.”
The dirty talk drove me wild. I lifted her legs higher, folding her nearly in half on the table, and railed her with deep, powerful strokes. The table shook violently. A bowl of fruit toppled over, strawberries and grapes rolling across the surface as I pounded into her.
Morgan’s eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a constant stream of moans. “Yes—fuck—harder, Nick! Breed your pregnant wife!”
I slammed into her with everything I had, the wet, obscene slap of my hips against her ass echoing through the suite. Her pussy was soaking, gripping me like a vice, still full of my previous loads. Every brutal thrust pushed more of it out, dripping down onto the table.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, voice breaking. “I’m so close—”
Her whole body suddenly tensed. Her back arched sharply off the table as her orgasm hit like a freight train.
Her pussy clamped down on my cock in powerful, rhythmic spasms, milking me relentlessly.
A gush of wetness flooded around my shaft as she squirted for the first time, soaking my abs and the table beneath her.
She screamed my name, her entire body shaking uncontrollably, tits bouncing wildly with every aftershock.
The sight and feeling of her coming so hard pushed me over the edge.
I buried myself as deep as possible, my cock pulsing violently as I came.
Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted inside her, flooding her womb again and again.
I kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside her pregnant pussy.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, both of us shaking. My cum was already leaking out around my cock, mixing with her juices on the ruined table.
Morgan looked up at me with glassy, satisfied eyes and a lazy smile. “Best… breakfast… ever.”