Page 33 of Baby for Stepmom

“Jax!” I swatted at his arm. He was acting like I wasn’t a million pounds pregnant. But Jax ignored me. It was easy to forget how strong he was, as he carried me easily across the house, staking off with me like a caveman.

He eased me down onto the bed that I used to share with my ex. The bed that he’d gotten me pregnant on. I would have thought that Jax wouldn’t want any reminders of his father, but he seemed to insist on using it… it wouldn’t surprise me to find out that Jax got off on taking me on the same bed where his father used to fuck me.

He stared at me with raw hunger.

“Face down, ass up.”

I gasped, even as a part of me that wasn’t connected to my brain raced to move into the position he wanted me, before the rest of me could catch up.

His hands were everywhere, pulling up the skirt I wore, wrenching it over my hips. Running over my bare thighs, jerking the thong I’d chosen for him off to the side.

Behind me, his belt clinked as Jax undressed.

His body covered mine, hard muscle against my soft curves. So close I could feel every ridge of his abdominal muscles as they pressed into my back, as Jax shifted to press hot lips against my ear.

“This pussy is mine.” He brushed his hot cock against my entrance, pressing until all I could feel was the thick length of him. “It’s all I’ve wanted for years. I’m not letting anyone take it from me.”

There was something about this pregnancy… something about being knocked up and full of his child… that made it so much harder to hold back. Helplessly, I whimpered. With my face pressed against the blankets, and my ass presented to him, I was ripe for the taking.

He was everything I had ever wanted.

Now, laid out in front of him like a delicacy, I wanted him too bad to be embarrassed. He was right there, promising me every inch of his thick girth.

“Please,” I moaned. It didn’t even matter how desperate I sounded right now. I needed him. My skin was on fire, and he was the only one who would give me what I needed. Shamelessly, I arched my back, pressing closer to what I needed.

I was rewarded with the dark sound of Jax’s laughter. “Don’t worry. The way that your pretty pussy is glistening right now, nothing in the world would stop me from taking you.”

Lining up his thick girth, Jax prodded my entrance for a moment before slamming into me in one harsh thrust.

Stretched to bursting, I moaned.

So good. He felt so good.

The friction was everything. Hard and powerful. My pussy gripped him like a glove, clinging like it never wanted to let go.

As Jax slammed into me over and over, whispering praise like he was worshiping my body… I had never even imagined that it could feel like this. Never recognized how cold my marriage had gotten until I felt Jax’s hot hands clutching my hips like he never wanted to be parted from me.

From the way he groaned, desperately, thrusting into me faster, Jax must have felt it too.

“Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.” He clutched at my hips, my ass, hard enough to bruise. I welcomed it. Wanted him to leave his marks all over me—each one was proof to me that this was real. That Jax wanted me so bad, he lost control.

Jax reached down, circling my clit furiously.

“You going to come for me? I need you to come for me.”

It didn’t take long. The pressure. The friction right where I needed it. The desperate way that Jax clutched at me—all of it was reaching a fever pitch.

Pleasure. Hot and molten, swept through me in a rush as my orgasm crashed over me.

I shrieked Jax’s name. My legs shook with the intensity of it—if Jax wasn’t holding me in place, rubbing circles against my clit, I never would have been able to hold myself.

Pounding into me fiercely, Jax came with a grunt. He held me tight, sealing our hips together, as he flooded me with his cum.

Clutching me close, warmth filled my lower belly as his cock pulsed over and over again. When it was over, Jax kissed my back, leaving trails across my skin. Touching me so carefully, like I was precious to him.

“Give me a year or two for all the divorce drama to die down,” he murmured into my ear. “Then I’m going to marry the shit out of you.”

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