"Richard, stop!" I snapped angrily at him after he kept touching my stomach for the umpteenth time while talking to it. It was on a Sunday, and we were lying down on the bed while Richard's hands kept wandering to my stomach.
I thought I was going to be baby-crazed, but Richard beat me to it. Whenever he had the time, he would dote on me, constantly touching my stomach and talking to our child in that sickening baby voice adults do. He never missed a hospital appointment, no matter how busy he was.
I will admit, it was cute. He was constantly bringing me food and tending to me. He massaged my feet even though he was a horrible masseur, but it was the thought that counted, so I didn't hold it against him.
The pregnancy was now in its tenth week, and I had begun to spot a bump. As the pregnancy advanced, I was dealing with constant cravings, and today was one of those days.
"But, baby, I am just telling him about the pack. According to Werewolf Pregnancy 101, they said it is good to start talking to them at 8 weeks because they can hear you." I rolled my eyes, not ready for him to start showing off his knowledge of werewolf pregnancy.
After they had confirmed that we were going to have a boy, it was all Richard was talking about. He would follow me around every day, talking to his child. I was normally okay with it, but today I wasn't in the mood.
"Nothing will happen to him. He will be fine. He can't even feel it." I argued, trying to make him see my reasons.
"I won't agree to it, no matter what you say."
"But Richard?" I pouted my lips and gave him my best impression of a puppy's eyes, the one I had seen Jessica do.
"No matter how you widen your eyes and pout your lips, I am not doing anything that will harm our son."
"But Richard! Why can't you just fuck me?" I yelled, not caring if anyone would hear us. There you have it, ladies and gentlemen, the real reason I have been upset. I was horny. No matter what I do, Richard has been adamant about fucking me because of his irrational fear that the baby will feel it.
I decided to resort to my last trick. I picked up my phone and called Gamgam. She picked it up, and I put it on loud speaker. "Hey, gamgam."
"Hello, child. How are you doing? How is the baby doing? I hope you are not having any trouble." She replied in her low, raspy voice in that familiar accent I am beginning to love.
"I am fine, Gamgam. I have a question to ask."
"Go on, child."
"Will having sex affect the baby in any way?"
"None that I can think of. As long as you both are willing, it is okay." She confirmed what I had been saying.
"Thank you, Gamgam."
"Anytime, child." I cut the call and looked at Richard pointedly as I crawled onto the bed, advancing towards him.
"I was just being careful." He said this before standing up and moving away from me.
"Are you sure?" I asked as I stood up, moving closer to him and removing my top. I bent down and took off my pants and flung them somewhere in the room. I stood before him, standing in only my panties and bra. My breast threatening to spill from its confines.
Richard's eyes were looking as if they would bulge out for any reason as he took me in. My body had started undergoing changes, and they have been favorable ones.
My boobs that were once orange-sized are now as big as a ball. My hips and buttocks weren't left out either; they also increased accordingly. I wonder how Richard held on for so long. His self-control is definitely top-notch. But today, I am determined that it will come crashing down.
"W-what are you d-doing, Isabelle?" He stuttered as he moved back towards "Why are you removing your clothes."
"Nothing, Richard." I said it seductively as I catwalked towards him. "I am just suddenly feeling hot." I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, watching as my breasts dipped down to their natural state, happy to be relieved from their prison.
I watched as his pupils dilated, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. I bent down, and my breast hung down. I peeped at him from my lashes, and his eyes were on me, following my every move, flashing gold. I smirked because I had gotten him. There was no escaping my claws now.
I pulled my panties down and threw them on him. He stumbled, shocked that I threw it on him, but I didn't give him any chance to recover before I pounced on him, kissing him.
He pursed his lips, refusing to respond. He was still fighting the will, but I kept kissing him, rubbing my nipples on his shirt, while I took one of his hands and placed it on my ass.
He groaned as if in pain before grabbing my ass and squeezing them in a punishing way while pulling me towards him. He crashed his lips into mine, taking over the reins and dominating them.
I sighed into the kiss as I felt his hard contours against me. I have missed this: the feeling of his body on mine. I responded to the kiss by following his lead. I tugged on his shirt and he removed it. I fumbled with the zip of his pants, cursing out when it wouldn't be removed, impatience tearing at me.
He laughed at my impatience before he removed my hands and zipped them down, his pants falling down. He closed the distance between us again and kissed me hard, his canines breaking through my lips and drawing blood.
I moaned at the sensation, my hands grabbing his hair as he sucked on those dark buds. I could feel his length pressing down on my stomach, and I licked my lips and swallowed loudly, anticipating what was to come.
He moved me towards the bed and bent me over the bed frame. He leaned in and kissed my mark, even as his hands found my boobs, squeezing the huge jugs. A loud, wanton moan left me. My breasts have been extra sensitive of late. And any pressure on it would cause a delicious pain to crawl up on me.
He sniffed the air, growling loudly as the evidence of my arousal permeated the air. His finger entered me, pumping into me to prepare me. I moaned at the intrusion, loving the feel of his hands, but I needed more.
"Do it, Richard. Fuck me now." He granted my wish, and his cock pierced into my opening. My screams filled the room as he entered me without warning.
"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly as he stopped, almost pulling his cock out of me.
"Don't you dare pull out, Richard. I am alright. I just need you to fuck me so hard that I won't remember my name."
He chuckled at my words, "If that is what my lady wants. I have no choice but to grant her wishes." He pulled his cock all the way through and slammed into me again.
He started pounding into me in a frenzy. His fingers rubbed the hardened buds of my breast as he released all of his pent-up emotions into me, his hands gripping me in a vice-like grip.
"Ahhhh!" I moaned as he continued pounding me mercilessly. His groans increased as he thrust into me. He was close, and so was I. "Ah! Ah! Ah! I cried with each thrust. His cock touched somewhere and I went blank, screaming as I orgasmed.
With the way my walls were squeezing him, he didn't last another second. He groaned loudly as he came, his thrust becoming jerky as he emptied himself into me, before he stopped and collapsed on my back, his cock becoming limb.
He removed his cock from me, and I looked down and watched as my juices, mixed with his cum, were dripping down my legs. We climbed to the bed and laid down, his arms wrapping around me. "How was it? Are you injured?"
I was panting and sweat was coming out of my face after that intense exercise, but that didn't stop the smile that was on my face. "I loved it!" I exclaimed, my eyes gleaming in joy.
"You vixen. You were tempting me." He said before he pulled me into a punishing kiss. I felt his cock harden on my stomach, and I laughed.
"It seems like you aren't satisfied." I teased him.
"I can never get enough of your love." He kissed me again and got on top of me. He fisted his cock in his hands before positioning it at my entrance. I spread my legs in anticipation, but instead he rubbed the tip around my lips, purposely avoiding my entrance.
"Richard!" I groaned at his antics. "Just put it in already and stop teasing me." I gasped as he entered me slowly, loving the feel of his cock in me.
I sucked in a breath as he thrust himself into me, my eyes meeting his brown ones. He smiled as he looked at me, dipping down to kiss me. "I love you."