Page 86 of Vance

“She’s active today,” I note, leaning down to press a kiss to Sophia’s shoulder, tasting salt and coconut oil on her skin.

“Tell me about it,” Sophia groans, though there’s no real complaint there. “She’s been doing somersaults since sunrise. I think she’s excited about the ocean.”

My hand slides from her stomach to my pocket, fingers closing around the bottle within it. I pull it out, the amber plastic catching the sunlight, and shake it. The pills rattle inside like a metronome of responsibility. “Did you forget something this morning?” I ask, keeping my voice light despite my intent.

Sophia’s eyes widen, her hand freezing on her stomach. “Shit. Thank you.”

She reaches for the bottle, but I pull it back, just out of reach. I unscrew the cap and drop a single prenatal vitamin into my palm. “We’ve talked about this.”

“I forgot.”

I’ve given her more leeway than I should. Her pregnancy has made her forgetful, her mind fogged with hormones and the sheer exhaustion of growing a human being. I’ve reminded her gently, placed the pills by her toothbrush, left notes on the bathroom mirror. I’ve even set alarms on her phone that I know she ignores when she’s too tired to move. But there are limits to how much I’m willing to let slide, and her health—our daughter’s health—is not something I’m willing to gamble with.

“I’ve been lenient,” I say, closing my fingers around the pill and rising from the chaise. “But I think it’s time you get a reminder, so you don’t forget.”

Her eyes track me as I move to the edge of the deck, where the infinity pool seems to spill into the ocean beyond. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my swim trunks and push them down, letting them drop to my ankles before stepping out of them. My cock springs free, already half-hard from the sight of her and the sheer fucking thrill of her impending punishment.

I’m thick and heavy in my hand as I stroke myself. Her eyes are glued to my length, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, as her chest rises and falls faster, her nipples pebbling beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top.

“Maybe having the whole resort see how hungry you are to swallow my cock will remind you,” I threaten, my voice carrying across the deck, loud enough for anyone who might be within earshot to hear.

Sophia’s eyes snap to mine, wide and shocked, though I can see the heat blooming in her cheeks, the way her thighs press together beneath the swell of her bump. “Vance—” she starts, my name a protest that dies in her throat when I raise an eyebrow.

“Maybe knowing that anyone could look up and see my pregnant wife on her knees with my cock in her mouth will help you remember to take your vitamins, sweetheart.”

I reach for one of the thick lounge cushions from the nearby chair and drop onto the ground by her feet. I step closer, crowding her space, and reach down to cup her jaw in my hand. Her skin is warm, soft, and her pulse flutters against my palm.

“On your knees,” I growl. “And open your mouth, sweetheart.”

She hesitates, her eyes darting toward the edge of the deck and the beach beyond, full of people. The exhibitionism terrifies her, but it also thrills her in a way she’ll never admit out loud.

“Now,” I add, squeezing her jaw just enough to make her gasp, reminding her who she belongs to.

She moves, slowly, her pregnant body making the descent graceful despite its new proportions. Her knees find the cushion, and she looks up at me with those wide, blue eyes that have haunted my dreams since the moment I met her. Her hands rest on my thighs, her fingers digging into the muscle, as she stares up at me, warring with the need to maintain her dignity or to be Daddy’s good girl.

“That’s it,” I praise, my free hand coming up to stroke her hair before gathering it in my fist to pull it back from her face. “Look at you. Look how beautiful you are on your knees, waiting for Daddy’s cock.”.

I guide myself to her lips, painting them with the bead of pre-cum that’s gathered at my tip, her tongue darting out instinctively. She moans at the flavor, her eyes fluttering closed, and I take the opportunity to push forward, sliding past her lips and into the wet heat of her mouth.

“Fuck,” I grit, my head falling back as my hold tightens in her hair. Her tongue flattens over the underside of my shaft as I sink deeper. “That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s cock. Show me how hungry you are.”

She moans around me, the vibration traveling to my balls. Her grip on my thighs tightens, holding me steady as she takes me deeper. She’s always been eager and greedy for me, but pregnancy has amplified her desires, made her insatiable in ways that drive me to the edge of sanity.

“Look at that drool,” I murmur, watching spittle drip from the corners of her lips and down her chin. “Look how messy you are for me. You love this, don’t you? Having Daddy’s big cock in your mouth where everyone can see. You love knowing they’re watching my pregnant wife suck me off, like the eager little slut she is.”

She whimpers, the sound vibrating through my shaft, and her tongue works harder, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks with renewed fervor. I reach down with my free hand and tug at the strings of her bikini top, undoing the knots with practiced efficiency. The fabric falls away, revealing her heavy, full breasts, the nipples dark and swollen from pregnancy. They sway slightly with the motion of her head, and I can’t resist playing with them. I tease her nipple between my fingers until she’s moaning around my length, her back arching into my touch.

“So beautiful,” I praise, my voice rough. “Look at you. Look how fucking beautiful you are with Daddy’s cock in your mouth. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to kneel and take whatever Daddy gives you.”

She nods as best she can, her eyes watering slightly as I push deeper, feeling the constriction of her throat. She’s trying to take me all the way, and the sight of her struggle—her determination to please me—makes my balls tighten with impending release.

“That’s my girl,” I groan, my hips moving in shallow thrusts, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. “So greedy. So desperate for Daddy’s cum. You want it, don’t you? A mouthful of cum while you tell me you’re sorry.”

She hums her agreement, the sound desperate and needy. Her hand slides between her legs, pressing against her clit through her bikini bottoms. She’s so turned on by being used and watched that she can’t help herself.

I grip her hair tighter, holding her still as I thrust deeper, feeling her throat convulse around me until her nose finally presses against the coarse hair at my base. I brace her there, her eyes watering as her face flushes, desperate to take a breath. When I pull back, she gasps as drool runs freely down her chin and onto her breasts, making her gleam in the tropical sun.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” I grit, my thighs trembling with the effort of fighting my impending release when I press between her lips again. I thrust my hips, driving myself down her throat as she rides her hand and moans around me.