Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
SUPER BOWL SUNDAY
KENNEDY
Iwake in the early morning to the feeling of Daylen’s tongue between my legs. Without opening my eyes, I smile and run my fingers through his hair. “Whoever you are, you need to be quick. My husband is staying in a room nearby and could be here any minute.”
The team rules don’t permit us to stay together at the hotel. In fact, he’s not even allowed in here, but that hasn’t stopped him at all. He sneaks into my room at some point every single day.
We’ve been out in LA all week for the Super Bowl festivities.
It’s been a blast, and I’m excited for the guys that they get to experience this.
What’s not so great is being eight months pregnant during a weeklong party.
I may have popped late, but Baby Girl Humbelcut has more than made up for it.
Yes, it’s a girl, but Daylen doesn’t know yet.
I asked the doctor when Daylen went to the bathroom during one of my visits.
I guess I lost the bet. Daylen carries the baby’s first outfit everywhere he goes, just in case.
I don’t know what it looks like, and I’m afraid to find out.
He bites my inner thigh hard. “Ah,” I shriek. “That’s going to leave a mark.”
“Good,” he mumbles before diving back in and bringing me to orgasm in no time.
As soon as he’s milked every last drop from me, he turns me on my side and moves behind me. At this point in the pregnancy, it’s the only position I can manage.
He lifts my leg and nudges his tip through me a few times. I flinch, still sensitive from my orgasm seconds ago.
He continues to tease me until it becomes unbearable. “D, get inside me,” I whine. “I’m so ready for you.”
“I love how wet you are for me.” He runs his fingers through my center. “And swollen. Your pussy is physically throbbing for me. I can feel it on my fingers.”
I nod before reaching down and pushing his tip to my entrance. I try to tilt my hips to get him inside me, but he manages to control his movements, only sliding in an inch or two at a time before withdrawing.
His fingers work my clit while he teases my opening over and over again, never pushing all the way in like I want him to.
His teasing is driving me crazy with need.
I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs.
While I hate how big I am, the one good thing about the pregnancy is how overly sensitive I’ve become.
He barely has to touch me and I orgasm. I think all the blood in my body is down there right now.
He’s still teasing me when another orgasm slowly ripples its way through my body. As soon as it hits, he thrusts all the way in to the hilt. “Oh fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so hard.”
He grabs one of my nipples with his rough fingers and pinches it, causing another wave to crash down over me. I’m thrashing around, unable to control my movements or my sounds. God, this is so damn good.
As soon as my moans subside, he tilts my head back toward him and brings my lips to his. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I mumble back before he kisses me at the same slow pace that he makes love to me. He moves in and out of me methodically, drawing it out so we can stay connected for as long as possible.
We’re so in love that it’s almost disgusting.
The previous me would be appalled by my lovesick behavior, but I can’t help it.
I’m addicted to him every bit as much as he’s addicted to me.
We’re inseparable. We do everything together, from working out to everyday household chores and baby preparation.
I guess they call it nesting, but whatever it is, I can honestly say that I’ve never been happier in my life.
I’ve never felt so loved, seen, and safe.
We’re still as playful as we’ve always been, and I hope we never lose that, but it’s always in good fun. Daylen didn’t only become my husband, he became my best friend. Our house is full of laughter and love every single day.
When it’s over, we lie in comfortable silence with him remaining inside my body, wrapped around me, neither of us wanting to break the connection. We know it means he’ll have to leave.
At some point, I need to be the strong one. “You’d better go before they find out you’re missing.”
“Hmm, no,” he speaks into my neck, “I don’t want to. You know I’m a cuddler. I need more cuddling.” He squeezes me tight.
“Go cuddle with Champ. He’s a cuddler too.”
He playfully bites my shoulder before grabbing my breasts with both hands. “His tits aren’t as big as yours. I think they got bigger since yesterday.”
“No, they didn’t, freak.” I think he’s right. They did. They won’t stop growing.
He chuckles as he runs his nose up and down my neck, inhaling me. “I’ll miss you today.”
“You’re playing in the biggest game of your life in front of seventy million people. I think you’ll manage a few hours without me.”
He holds out his ring finger and slides his wedding band a bit, revealing my name tattooed on it. “You’re always with me, no matter what.”
“Don’t be so damn swoony,” I warn. “It’s making it hard for me to kick you out.”
I can feel him smile into my neck as he kisses it. “You sure you don’t want some more #HumbleCock? I guess you’re now Mrs. Humblecock.”
“That’s what it says on my license,” I joke. “Kennedy Jeffries Humblecock. You should have seen their faces at the DMV when I went to change it.”
He bites me again, and I giggle. “You think you’re so funny,” he jokes.
“I’m hysterical.”
He moans as he continues to fondle my breasts. “Ugh, I guess I should go, funny lady. Everyone will be waking up soon.” He gives them one last squeeze. “I’ll miss the two of you. Keep growing for me.”
“No more growing. I can barely walk without toppling over.”
A few minutes later, I’m in my red silk robe that he loves, walking him to the door hand in hand. I hate that he has to leave, but I don’t let on because I know this week of separation has been hard on him and today is his big day. I won’t do anything to dim his shine. He deserves this spotlight.
When I open the door, he stops in the doorway and turns around, looking so unhappy.
“Why are you sad?” I ask.
He puffs out his lower lip. “Just realizing all my future kids are going to get bullied for having a hot mom. It’s tragic.”
I roll my eyes. “Nice line, and there’s nothing hot about me right now.”
“Are you kidding me?” He stares at my chest. “I’m obsessed with your body.” That’s true. He is. “One more good luck kiss? Please?” He gives me his best puppy dog eyes.
Unable to resist him, I grab his face, bring my lips to his, and give him one last long kiss he won’t soon forget. When we break, he’s in a bit of a daze, but I notice my father opens his hotel room door across the hallway. “Hi, Daddy,” I innocently say.
Daylen’s face lights up, not realizing my father is standing behind him. Tracing the tops of my breasts with his fingers, he says, “Ooh, I like it when you call me that. I was your daddy this morning. Maybe I should take you over my knee and spank you.”
I can’t help but let out a laugh, but my father grumbles, “Humblecut!”
Daylen immediately pulls his hand away from my body, and his eyes widen in horror, but he doesn’t turn around, likely in fear.
Deciding to fuel the flames, I bop him on the nose and say, “You certainly were my daddy this morning, and I would love for you to take me over your knee. Maybe after the game tonight. Thanks for all the orgasms, baby.” I wink at him with a huge smile on my face. “Good luck. Love you.”
His eyes widen further, but I quickly close my door and leave him alone with my father. I happily look out the peephole and listen for voices. Daylen still hasn’t moved. My father looks murderous. “Humblecut, I’m going to fucking kill you this time.”
Daylen swivels his head from side to side a few times before taking off down the hallway in a dead sprint.
DAYLEN
“When the safety rotates down, rip the seam,” Coach yells at me while grabbing the cage of my helmet.
I nod and robotically say, “Yes, Coach.” Normally, I would have some silly, perverted response to that command, but in light of this morning’s activities, I decide to keep it clean.
The Daddy thing was bad enough, but my witch of a wife had to go and fan the flames further.
If I wasn’t scared for my life, I’d think it was funny, but I thought Coach was actually going to kill me this time around.
Beau had to hold him back until he calmed down.
Coach is still grappling with my marriage to Kennedy.
He knows I love her beyond comprehension, but I can understand that, as a father, having heard the things I’ve said and done for the past ten years, he would still struggle with it at times.
I appreciate that he doesn’t want to hear about all the orgasms I give her.
Although sometimes I think how seamless and fantastic she and I are together freaks him out just as much as the thought of me touching her.
Kennedy and I have something very special.
We’re best friends and lovers. She’s my favorite person in the world.
My marriage is exactly what I always hoped for.
It’s the playful, fun, sweet, loving marriage my parents had.
She’s not due for another month, but she looks ready to pop.
The doctor told us she could go at any time as the baby was quite large at our visit last week.
I was torn on whether it was safe for her to come out here, but there was no stopping her.
She didn’t want to miss my big day. And, honestly, I couldn’t be away from her.
I’ve been so afraid it would happen this week, when I was barely able to be with her due to team obligations and rules.
After tonight’s game, I’m not leaving her side until that baby is born.
I brought the baby’s first outfit with me just in case.
I’m absolutely convinced I will win the bet. BJ thinks so too.