Chapter Four
We stepped out of the shower, skin flushed and bodies still buzzing. I grabbed a thick towel and started drying Morgan off, but neither of us could stop touching. My hands lingered on her breasts, her hips, the soft curve of her lower belly. She shivered under my touch.
“Come here,” I said, voice low. I lifted her onto the wide marble bathroom counter in front of the large, well-lit mirror. Her ass sat on the cool surface as I spread her thighs wide, positioning her so she had a perfect view of herself — and me between her legs.
Morgan’s eyes widened as she looked at our reflection. “Nick…”
“Look at yourself,” I commanded softly, running my hands up her thighs. “Look how fucking beautiful you are. Pregnant with my baby already. Tits fuller, nipples darker, pussy still dripping my cum.”
I dropped to my knees on the thick bath mat and buried my face between her legs. I licked her slowly at first — long, broad strokes from her entrance up to her clit, tasting the mix of our combined release. Morgan moaned loudly, one hand gripping my hair while the other braced on the counter.
“Oh god…” she breathed, watching herself in the mirror. “That feels so good.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue while sliding two fingers deep inside her.
I curled them, stroking that sensitive spot as I ate her out with filthy hunger.
The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the bathroom.
Morgan’s hips bucked against my face, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
“Tell me how it feels,” I growled against her pussy, then dove back in, sucking harder.
“I look like such a slut,” she gasped, eyes locked on the mirror. “Sitting here with my legs spread while my brother’s best friend eats my creampied pussy… and I’m pregnant.” Her voice cracked with a mix of shame and arousal. “It shouldn’t turn me on this much.”
I groaned into her, the dirty talk making me rock hard again. I added a third finger, pumping them faster while my tongue worked her clit relentlessly. Morgan’s thighs started to tremble.
“I’m going to keep you full of my cum every day,” I murmured between licks. “Breed you over and over while your belly grows. You’re mine now, Morgan. My pregnant wife.”
That pushed her over the edge. She came hard on my tongue, crying out as her pussy clenched around my fingers and fresh wetness flooded my mouth. I kept licking her through it, drawing out every shudder until she was a trembling, whimpering mess.
I stood up, cock throbbing, and kissed her deeply so she could taste herself on my tongue. Morgan wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered against my lips, still panting. “I need you inside me again.”
I didn’t make her wait.
I stood between her spread thighs on the counter, lined up my throbbing cock, and thrust into her in one smooth, deep stroke. Morgan’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as I bottomed out, her pussy still fluttering from her orgasm.
“Look in the mirror,” I ordered, gripping her hips. “Watch me fuck you.”
She turned her head and we both stared at our reflection — my muscular frame between her legs, her full tits bouncing, my thick cock disappearing into her swollen, creamy pussy with every thrust.
“Fuck, Nick…” she moaned, eyes glued to the mirror. “We look so dirty.”
“You look like a well-bred wife,” I growled, picking up speed. I fucked her harder, the sound of my hips slapping against her ass echoing off the marble. “Pregnant on our honeymoon after letting me breed you all night.”
Morgan’s hands gripped the edge of the counter as I pounded into her. I reached up and squeezed her sensitive breasts, pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp.
“They’re going to get even bigger,” I told her, watching her face in the mirror. “Your belly too. Everyone will know I knocked you up. That my best friend’s little sister is carrying my baby because she couldn’t stop taking my cock.”
My filthy words made her clench hard around me. I angled my hips to hit that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. The mirror gave us the perfect view — her juices coating my shaft, my balls slapping against her ass, the way her body jiggled with every powerful stroke.
“Yes—keep talking,” she begged, voice breaking. “Tell me how you bred me.”
I leaned in closer, one hand on her belly and the other gripping her thigh. “I fucked you while you were sleeping and pumped so much cum into this womb it took on the first night. Now you’re stuck with my baby growing inside you. And I’m going to keep filling this pregnant pussy every single day.”
Morgan came again with a loud, broken moan, her pussy spasming violently around my cock.
The sight of her losing control in the mirror — tits bouncing, mouth open, eyes glassy with pleasure — pushed me over the edge.
I buried myself deep and unloaded, groaning as I flooded her with another heavy load of cum.
We stayed connected, panting, watching ourselves in the mirror as my cum started to leak out around my cock.
Morgan reached down and rubbed her belly, a nervous but satisfied smile on her face. “This is so wrong… but I don’t want to stop.”