Chapter Eight
The sun had long set over the Strip, and the penthouse suite was bathed in soft golden light from the bedside lamps.
Morgan and I had spent the last hour lying tangled together on the massive bed, talking quietly.
The guilt about Jake still lingered, but the exhaustion and constant arousal made it easy to push aside for now.
She was drifting off. Her breathing grew slow and deep, her body soft and pliant against mine. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, lips slightly parted. One leg was draped over mine, her full breasts rising and falling peacefully.
I waited a few minutes, just watching her. Then I started touching her gently.
My hand slid over her bare skin, cupping one heavy breast. I brushed my thumb over her nipple and felt it tighten immediately.
Morgan sighed softly in her sleep, her body responding even though her eyes stayed closed.
I leaned in and took the sensitive peak into my mouth, sucking gently.
She let out a tiny, needy whimper, her back arching slightly.
Encouraged, I moved lower.
I kissed down her stomach, lingering on the soft swell of her lower belly, then spread her thighs.
She was still slick and creamy from everything we’d done earlier.
I licked her slowly, savoring the taste of us.
Long, broad strokes from her entrance up to her clit.
Morgan moaned softly, her legs parting further on their own.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and slid two fingers inside her, pumping them slowly.
Her hips twitched gently against my face, her pussy growing wetter with every lick.
When I couldn’t wait any longer, I moved up and pressed the head of my cock against her entrance.
She was so warm and welcoming. I pushed inside her slowly, sinking all the way in with a low groan.
Morgan let out a long, sleepy moan, her pussy clenching around me beautifully as I started fucking her with deep, sensual strokes.
One hand stayed protectively on her belly the entire time.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” I whispered against her neck. “My pregnant wife… taking me so well even in your sleep.”
I fucked her slowly for a long time, grinding deep on every thrust. Her body responded eagerly — her pussy fluttering and squeezing around my cock, her breathing growing heavier. Soft, needy sounds escaped her lips as I took her.
Eventually her eyes fluttered open partway. She was still half-asleep, voice thick and drowsy. “Nick…” she moaned, reaching back to pull me closer. “Don’t stop… feels so good…”
I kept going, thrusting a little harder now. I hooked her leg over my arm and drove deeper, kissing her shoulder and neck. “I couldn’t resist you,” I growled softly. “You feel too good.”
Morgan pushed back against me, moaning louder. “Yes… keep going… fill me…”
I fucked her with growing urgency, one hand on her belly and the other reaching around to rub her clit.
When she came, it was intense — her whole body trembling as her pussy clamped down on me in powerful waves.
She cried out my name, legs shaking. The feeling pulled me over the edge right after her.
I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping thick rope after thick rope of cum into her while groaning against her skin.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. I didn’t pull out. I stayed buried inside her as we both drifted again.
Later in the night I woke up hard again, still inside her. Morgan had rolled onto her stomach in her sleep. I gently pulled her hips up slightly and slid back into her, fucking her slow and deep from behind while she moaned sleepily into the pillow.
She woke up moaning, pushing back against me, still half-asleep but clearly loving every thrust.
I kept fucking her slowly from behind, one arm wrapped around her, hand resting on her lower belly. “Good morning, beautiful,” I murmured against her ear, kissing her neck. “I couldn’t stop. You feel too good in the morning.”
Morgan reached back and gripped my thigh, pulling me deeper. “Don’t stop,” she breathed, voice husky with sleep and need. “I love waking up like this… full of you.”
I rolled her onto her back and settled between her spread thighs. I slid back inside her in one smooth thrust, groaning at how wet and warm she still was. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me down for a deep, slow kiss as I started fucking her with long, deliberate strokes.
The morning light streamed through the windows, illuminating her glowing skin, her fuller breasts, and the soft swell of her belly. I couldn’t stop looking at her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, thrusting deep. “Carrying my baby already. My wife. My everything.”
Morgan’s hands roamed my back, her nails digging in as pleasure built. “I’m yours,” she moaned. “All yours. I let you breed me over and over… and I want more.”
I picked up the pace, fucking her harder, the headboard thumping against the wall again. I sucked on her sensitive tits, licking and biting her nipples while I drove into her. One hand stayed on her belly the entire time — protective, possessive, loving.
“I’m going to be such a good dad,” I growled between thrusts. “And the best husband. I’m going to take care of both of you. Keep this belly round. Keep this pussy full every single day.”
“Yes—fuck, Nick!” Morgan cried out, her pussy starting to flutter around me. “I’m going to have your babies. As many as you want.”
Her words sent me over the edge. She came first, arching her back and screaming my name as her pussy clamped down hard, milking me.
The feeling dragged me with her. I buried myself as deep as possible and came hard, flooding her with the biggest load of the entire trip — thick, heavy ropes of cum painting her womb while I groaned her name.
We stayed locked together for a long time afterward, kissing softly, my cock still twitching inside her.
Morgan smiled up at me, glowing and content. “Best honeymoon ever.”
I kissed her forehead. “This is just the beginning, wife.”