Waking Up Pregnant

Chapter One

I woke up wrapped in pure, liquid heat.

My cock was buried deep inside the most perfect pussy I’d ever felt — silky, slick, and fluttering gently around me with every slow, instinctive rock of my hips.

A soft, feminine moan drifted up from the pillow as I sank a little deeper.

God, she felt incredible. Warm and wet and so fucking welcoming.

I kept the rhythm slow and sensual, savoring every glide.

One hand roamed up her side, cupping the heavy weight of her breast. Her nipple was tight and sensitive against my palm.

I rolled it gently between my fingers and heard her breath hitch.

She pushed back against me with a sleepy sigh, taking me even deeper.

Only then did my eyes focus properly.

Morgan.

It was Morgan beneath me — soft curves, dark hair spilled across the pillow, the faint scent of her perfume still lingering on her skin. My best friend’s little sister.

I should have stopped. Instead, I groaned quietly and thrust a little harder, unable to resist the way her body welcomed me. That’s when the flash of gold on my left hand caught my eye — a brand-new wedding band gleaming in the morning light.

What the hell…?

My hips faltered for half a second before instinct took over again. I kept moving inside her, slower now, more deliberate, as memories started flooding back.

Her on her knees in the chapel bathroom, swallowing my load before we said “I do.” The desperate, hungry way she’d looked up at me with my cock between her lips.

The reckless ceremony. The stumbling return to this penthouse.

And the long, hazy hours afterward where I’d taken her again and again — including sliding into her while she slept, filling her over and over with deep, possessive strokes.

“Nick…” Morgan whispered, finally stirring. Her voice was husky, a little nervous, but she arched her back and pushed back against me, clearly enjoying the slow, sensual fuck. “That feels so good…”

I groaned and kissed the back of her neck, thrusting deeper. “You feel fucking perfect,” I murmured against her skin. My hand slid down to her hip, pulling her closer as we moved together in a lazy, heated rhythm.

The pleasure built gradually, deliciously.

I took my time, savoring every tight squeeze and slick slide, the way her breathing grew ragged and her moans turned sweeter.

I kept one hand on her breast, teasing the sensitive peak while my other rubbed slow circles over her clit.

Morgan’s body responded beautifully, trembling beneath me as she got closer and closer.

She came first with a trembling moan, her walls pulsing around me in soft, rhythmic waves that seemed to go on forever.

The feeling was exquisite — hot, fluttering pressure milking my cock so perfectly I couldn’t hold back.

I followed right behind her, burying myself as deep as possible and spilling inside her with a low, shuddering groan.

Pulse after thick pulse of cum flooded her pussy as we rode the waves together, pressed skin to skin.

We stayed connected for a long moment, breathing hard, my forehead resting against the back of her neck. I could feel her heartbeat racing in time with mine. Then I slowly pulled out, watching with dark fascination as my cum dripped from her swollen, well-fucked folds, coating her thighs.

That’s when we both saw it at the same time — the pregnancy test on the nightstand.

Two bright pink lines.

Morgan rolled onto her back, eyes wide. A flicker of nervousness crossed her flushed face. I felt it too — a sharp jolt in my chest even as my cock twitched at the sight of her.

“Nick…” she whispered, one hand hovering uncertainly over her lower belly. “Is that…?”

I swallowed hard, staring at the test, then at her. “Fuck.”