Chapter 8
Two days later, the house was quiet again. Coach was at a league meeting, and I’d told the boys to give us the night. Lila had been acting nervous all afternoon, texting me cryptic messages about needing to “show me something important” after dark.
I found her in the basement, sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but one of my jerseys again. Her hands were trembling as she held up a little white stick.
Two pink lines.
“I’m pregnant, Jax,” she whispered, eyes shining with a mix of fear and raw excitement. “It’s real. Your baby… or one of the team’s. But it’s ours.”
Heat surged through me like wildfire. I crossed the room in two strides, pulling her into a deep kiss while my hands roamed down to her still-flat stomach.
“Fuck, baby. You did it. You’re carrying our baby.
” I dropped to my knees, pushing the jersey up and kissing her belly reverently.
“Gonna keep you so full and bred from now on.”
Lila moaned softly as I kissed lower, spreading her thighs. She was already wet. I buried my face in her pussy, licking and sucking her clit while one hand caressed her belly. “This womb is claimed. Mine. The team’s. You’re never getting away from us now.”
I stood up, stripping quickly, and laid her back gently on the bed.
This time wasn’t the usual rough pounding — it was deep, possessive, and filthy in a slower, more intimate way.
I slid into her in one long thrust, groaning at how hot and slick she still was from the constant breeding.
“Feel that? That’s your pregnant pussy taking my cock. ”
Lila wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper. “Yes… fuck me while I’m carrying your baby, Jax. My tits are so much fuller already.”
I pushed the jersey up and latched onto one heavy breast. Milk flowed freely now — warm, sweet, and abundant. I drank from her while fucking her with slow, grinding strokes, making sure my cock stayed buried deep. She was incredibly sensitive; every suck made her clench around me and moan.
I switched to the other tit, nursing greedily while my hand rubbed slow circles on her clit. “These are gonna get huge when you’re further along. The whole team is gonna line up to milk you dry after every game. You’ll be our pregnant, lactating cum dump for the rest of the season.”
Lila came hard at my words, her pussy rippling around my cock as milk sprayed lightly from both nipples. I kept sucking through her orgasm, then flipped us so she was riding me. Her hands braced on my chest as she bounced, tits swinging and leaking with every movement.
“Ride me, baby. Show me how much you love being knocked up by the team.” I gripped her hips, helping her take me deeper while I played with her sensitive nipples, pinching and tugging until more milk ran down her body.
She rode me harder, moaning my name. “I love it… I love being full of your cum and your baby. I want Brock, Kane, and the others to keep using me, too. I want to be so full all the time.”
I sat up, sucking on her tits again while she ground down on me. The combination of her tight pregnant pussy, the taste of her milk, and her filthy words pushed me over the edge. I held her down on my cock and flooded her with a massive load, groaning into her breast as I kept nursing.
We didn’t stop there. I laid her on her side, spooning her from behind and sliding back in. One arm wrapped around her, hand resting possessively on her belly while I fucked her slowly and deeply. The other hand alternated between her tits, squeezing and milking them as we moved together.
“You’re ours forever now,” I whispered against her neck, kissing and biting. “Gonna watch this belly grow. Gonna keep breeding you even when you’re round and heavy. The team is gonna worship this pregnant body after every win.”
Lila came again, shuddering in my arms. I followed soon after, pumping her full one more time before we collapsed together, my cock still inside her, hand gently rubbing her belly.
“Best good-luck charm we’ve ever had,” I murmured, kissing her shoulder. “And now you’re carrying the next generation of champions.”