Chapter Three
We lay there catching our breath for a few minutes, the weight of everything still pressing down on us. The guilt, the panic, the sheer insanity of our situation.
Morgan finally spoke, voice husky but uncertain. “We should shower. I’m covered in you… and I need a second to think straight.”
I nodded. We were both sticky, sweaty, and still buzzing with nervous energy. I helped her up and we walked to the massive marble bathroom together. The walk-in shower was luxurious, with multiple rainfall heads and glass walls. I turned the water on hot and pulled her in under the spray with me.
At first, it was almost tender. I soaped her body gently, running my hands over her shoulders, down her back, and then cupping her fuller, sensitive breasts. Morgan sighed and leaned into me, but the moment I brushed her nipples she gasped sharply.
“They’re so sensitive now,” she whispered, a mix of stress and arousal in her voice. “Everything feels more because of what you did to me.”
That broke the last of my restraint.
I spun her around and pressed her front against the cool tile wall. The hot water cascaded over us as I pinned her there with my body. My hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
“Tell me you’re scared,” I growled against her ear, sliding my hand down to rub her swollen clit.
“I am,” she moaned, pushing back against me. “I’m terrified my brother will find out his best friend knocked me up… but I still want you so fucking badly.”
I thrust two fingers inside her cum-filled pussy, pumping them roughly. Morgan cried out, the sound echoing off the marble. I added a third finger, stretching her as the guilt and lust warred inside both of us.
“You let me breed you,” I said, voice low and dark. “You let me fuck you while you were sleeping and fill you until it took. Now you’re my pregnant little wife.”
“Yes—” she gasped as I replaced my fingers with my cock in one hard thrust. I fucked her against the wall with deep, powerful strokes, the wet slap of our bodies competing with the sound of the running water.
Morgan braced her hands on the tile, moaning loudly with every thrust. I reached around and played with her clit while my other hand stayed on her belly.
“Harder, Nick,” she begged, voice breaking. “I need it harder. Punish me for being such a slut for you that night.”
I gave her what she asked for. I gripped her hips and pounded into her, fucking her so hard her tits bounced against the tile. The steam, the heat, and the intensity of our emotions made everything feel overwhelming. I pulled her hair gently to arch her back more and drove even deeper.
“You’re going to walk around with my baby inside you,” I snarled. “Everyone will see what I did to you. And only we’ll know how many loads it took to knock you up.”
Morgan came violently, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice as she screamed.
Her legs shook so badly I had to hold her up.
The feeling dragged me over the edge right after her.
I buried myself to the balls and unloaded deep inside her again, pumping rope after thick rope of cum into her already pregnant womb.
We stayed like that for a long time — me still inside her, the hot water pouring over us — breathing hard as the reality settled deeper.
Eventually I pulled out slowly, watching my cum mix with the water and run down her thighs. Morgan turned around and kissed me desperately, the panic and guilt still present but now tangled tightly with raw need.
“I don’t know how we’re going to handle this,” she whispered against my lips, “but I don’t want to stop.”