“See? I’m fine,” she says as she moves on top of me with slow, sweet thrusts. I can’t even move. I stare up at her. I thought she was perfect before, but now she’s a fucking goddess. Finally, I let go of the sheets and bring my hands to her very pregnant belly in a purely possessive move. She’s already a week overdue.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I groan as her head falls back and she keeps moving over me. The book said sex could bring on labor, something Mallory has wanted for weeks. As for me, I was enjoying watching her waddle around, even if it was a little selfish on my part to want to keep her like this.

My hand moves over her belly, then up to her breasts as she slowly rides me. It’s a bittersweet torture, and it takes everything in me not to thrust up into her. Not to grab her hips and make her move faster, and not to come because it’s right there. Ready to release inside her, from the sight of her riding me like this. But I won’t, not until she comes first. Not until I feel her sweetness grip my cock.

“Oz, trust me, this isn’t hurting anything.”

She moves a little faster, and I slide my hand from her breast, over her belly to where we’re joined. I brush my thumb across her clit, making her jerk. Her pussy grips me even tighter, and I don’t know how much longer I can last.

“Baby, I would have eaten you all morning if that’s what you wanted.”

Her head falls forward and she glares at me.

“I love you, Oz, but I’m over your mouth. I want you inside me.”

Her hands fall to my chest, her nails digging into me. Every time she tried to get sex, I’d have my mouth between her legs, giving her all the orgasms she could take until she passed out. Then I’d go to the bathroom and take care of myself because I didn’t even trust myself to jerk off while I ate her sweet pussy. Fuck, a few times I didn’t have to touch myself and I came with her. Just the sight of her naked, pregnant body sent me over the edge. I was scared I’d take her too hard.

“Take what you want then, Mallory. You know everything I have is yours.” I mean every word of it. It’s been hell denying her, and I can’t do it any longer. Not that she’s going to let me. I might be able to push my way into getting something, but when it comes down to it, she always gets what she wants. I can’t tell her no as long as whatever she wants has me beside her. I need to be near her.

I stroke her clit fast and her breathing picks up. My name falls from her mouth over and over again, and then she finally lets go. She squeezes hard around my cock, taking me with her into orgasm, her nails digging into my chest, and I hope they leave little marks on me.

I grip her hips, holding her in place as I release deep inside of her. I keep her still until we both recover from the intensity.

“See? Nothing bad happened.” She smiles down at me and traces my tattoo of her name on my chest. I grunt because it’s all I’ve got in me. I poured two weeks of pent-up lust inside her, and I’ll be lucky if I can move in the next hour.

She slowly climbs off me, my cock slipping free and already coming back to life. Fuck. Neither of us can ever seem to get enough of her. Thank God she’s mine forever.

Getting up from the bed, she turns, leaning down to kiss me. I push my hands into her hair, deepening the kiss before she pulls away.

“Bathroom,” she whispers against my lips, and I release my hold on her hair as I watch her get up from the side of the bed.

“Do you think we can get those cream cheese bagels?” she asks over her shoulder.

“They’re already set to be delivered.” I glance over at the clock next to the bed. “In thirty minutes.”

“God, you’re good at this,” she says as she makes her way to the bathroom.

I’m watching her pert ass wiggle with each step she takes when she suddenly stops.

“Oh, shit,” I hear her whisper, making me spring from the bed. She turns to look at me, and a smile crosses her face. “It worked!”

I look down between her legs, and that’s when I see that her water has clearly broken.

“Damn that book.”

Epilogue

Miles

* * *

Three years later...

“I love you this much,” I say, spreading my arms as far as they can go.

Henry sits up and looks at the span, his eyes growing wide. “That’s big,” he whispers, and snuggles back down beside me. I turn the page and keep reading the book about the bear dad telling his bear cub how much he loves him.

This is one of the best parts of my day, putting him to bed and reading him a story. He’s all over the place at this age, but he loves being read to. Mallory is soaking in the tub, and I’m trying not to think about all her curvy bits covered in bubbles. I’ll get to her bedtime story soon enough.

When I get to the end of the book, Henry looks up at me pleadingly and says, “One more.”

“Okay, buddy. But this is the last one.” Tucking him in, I look down at his eyes that are so much like his mother’s and begin.

“Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful princess. The most beautiful princess in all the land.”

“Mommy?” Henry asks, his eyes big and bright.

“Of course. So the beautiful princess didn’t know, but a very handsome prince was watching her.”

“Daddy?”

“You know it, buddy,” I answer, smiling at him and watching him yawn. “So, this ruggedly handsome prince was protecting the princess from all the dark things around her. He kept his distance while she grew up, and then one day, she wandered onto his land.”