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ESTELLE

Standing stark naked before me, his big cock rested with pride. Linden joined me in the tub and made a low, masculine, sexy sound as he dipped into the water.

We stared at each other— the intensity set my body on fire. I let my foot trace his thigh until I found what I was looking for. My pulse quickened as I rubbed it with my foot. He grew instantly hard.

Linden moved his hand, tracing his fingers over my knee, moving circles. I was instantly wet. He flicked his gaze to my bare chest, turning me intensely on. My breasts were heavier. My nipples were hard. Heat rose in my cheeks. Arousal thickened my throat.

As he leaned close, he cupped my head and took my mouth. I gasped. He started kissing me slowly but quickly turned hot and greedy, kissing me like he was starving.

Not breaking the kiss, he pulled me, encasing me so I could sit astride his thighs. The water splashed.

Wrapped my legs around his waist, I sat, rocking my hips against him. I could feel him so hard, poking my ass, enticing me.

He tore his mouth from mine, looking at me through hooded eyes. “You wanna be fucked in the bathtub? Sit on my cock, baby.”

I didn’t waste any moment. I gripped his cock and positioned it on my entrance, and I felt it sink, swallowed inch by inch inside me.

“Oh, God.” I shuddered. The further I sunk in, the more I moaned until I reached his root. And I was completely sitting on him.

I forgot how ample he was in this position. He filled and stretched me, and I thought his head nudged my womb.

I lifted my ass and slowly sunk in again. This time, Linden held my hips. Without warning, he rocked into me hard and steady. A sharp cry tore out of my throat. He covered my mouth with a searing kiss as he plunged his length up, deep and hard.

The tightness in the grip of his fingers would leave a mark, but I didn’t care at this moment because the sensation was pure, and the pressure below my abdomen was growing and growing.

“Gabriel!” Each plunge had me crying, writhing, and moaning, but it didn’t give him a reason to stop. He fucked me faster and harder. My breasts jiggled, bouncing up and down.

His thrust sped up. He dipped his head into the crook of my neck and sucked my skin— surely it would give me a hickey tomorrow.

“I’m close. I’m coming!” I felt my inner muscles spasming. My clit swelled and was already very sensitive than ever.

“On four. Braced your hands on the edge. Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” He pulled out, letting me move.

“I can take it. I want it.” Before I could take another breath, I was already doing what he asked. Fortunately, the tub was big enough for the two of us, as if made only for us— for fucking.

“God, Gabriel!” Without warning, he licked my anus and dragged his tongue down my pussy. My knees wobbled, almost giving up. My arms shook. My body shivered, yet I was on fire. I let go of broken breaths and panting as tears filled my eyes.

I was still catching my breath. His cock was already inside me. I was fully impaled, surrendering myself to him and my desire. With one harrowing plunge, his thickness pummeled fast and hard. My breasts joggled.

“Too much.” He growled. His voice restrained but did not stop. I knew Linden— he had the stamina for hours—his sexual unparalleled stamina. His body was trained for good performance and strength. He could take me for hours and give me multiple orgasms until my body gave up.

While he pounded me, he rubbed my spine. His hips banged against my ass. Seconds later, my muscles tightened, and my inner walls spasmed.

“Come around me, my love.”

”Yes!” An ecstatic cry filled the air with his words encouraging me, and his thumb pressed against my butt hole. I came so hard. Waves of euphoria went on and on, and my body sagged.

Linden continued pumping, his balls slapping my pussy, and his cock kicked inside me, and I felt he was about to explode.

“Jesus. It feels so fucking good.” His pain-filled groan rumbled in his chest. “Fuck!” With one hard thrust, he stilled. His back arched, his body shuddering as he released his come inside me.

***

LINDEN

“This is the design coming to life, baby.” I kissed the top of her head as I looked around.

“It’s pretty, right?” She sat on the new pink recliner she had bought. I already had her image feeding our baby on this chair.

“Pretty is a simple word. You did an amazing job.” I didn’t even have any idea what type of pink was on the wall, but it already looked amazing.

“The bed, crib, drawer, and changing table will be delivered in two days. I can’t wait to see the room done.”

I knelt before her. “I’m as excited as terrified to be a father, but I can’t wait to see our baby, Estelle.” I placed my palm on her growing belly. “I haven’t had her in my arms, and my heart is filled with so much joy and love for her.”

Estelle slowly leaned in to kiss my nose and placed her hands on top of mine. “Me too, Gabriel. Thank you for giving me this child.”

“I should be the one saying that because you know how much I wanted to have a family, but you’re welcome.” I stood up. “Did you take your vitamins?”

She stilled, meaning she was reminded but forgot. “Oh.”

“Estelle, you have to take it. The next time, before we have breakfast, you will take your vitamins.”

“It slipped my mind.”

“I may have to hire a private nurse for you if you keep forgetting your vitamins.”

She rolled her eyes. “I won’t forget it next time, pesky.”

I went out of the room to take her vitamins. When I came back, she was standing on the round stool as she tried to put a letter on the wall—my heart in my throat. I quickly threw the vitamins on the chair and rushed to hold her at her waist before she got into a terrible accident.

“What the fuck, Estelle?” I lifted her off the foamed stool. “What the fuck were you thinking, standing alone on the chair? Didn’t I hire people to do that fucking job?”

“Can you put me down now?” She grunted. “I know what I’m doing.”

I slowly placed her feet on the floor and stared at her in outrage. “No. You don’t fucking know what you’re doing. You could easily stumble, miss a foot, or the chair gave up. Your weight isn’t just yours. You have our baby. For fuck sake, Estelle. Don’t do that again, or I will force them finish the room without your assistance. Do you understand me?”

She glared back. “Do you think I wanna harm myself? I know that stool was sturdy.”

“It could be sturdy, but you could have lost your balance. Just stay on the floor—no more lifting or going up the chair. Don’t make me do it, and you end up hating me. I’d rather see you angry at me than watch you getting yourself harmed.”

“I’m fine, ain’t I? I wouldn’t have done it if I’m not sure it could carry my weight.” She was still defending herself even if she knew she was wrong. She was still as stubborn and would never change.

“Just stay seated. Wait until they arrive, then you can tell them however you want. I know you want to be involved, but please, don’t make me worry about your safety even in our own home?”

”Are you done?” Her eyes still narrowed.

When I didn’t want to argue further, she went back to the chair to sit down, and now she wasn’t looking or talking to me.

“I should go to work. I’ll see you later?” I leaned to kiss her, but she didn’t even react. “Baby?”

“I heard you.” Her voice was stern, and I could feel her vibrating in anger.

“I’ll get you water so you can take your vitamins.”

“I’ll call the maid. Thanks.”

“You’re angry.” I softened my voice. The last thing I wanted was to piss her off, but sometimes she had to be reminded how impulsive and reckless she was. And she was not alone anymore— she had an innocent in her womb— she was carrying our child.

“Just go, Gabriel.”

I let go of one shuddering breath. “I just wanna keep you out of any harm, especially—”

“I know I’m pregnant. I haven’t forgotten that. Now, please, leave?”

I nodded. “Okay, my love. I love you.”

I just walked out of the room and heard nothing.

Great.