Page 125 of Submission

“To feed the growing baby inside you.”

“But I’m not hungry.”

“The baby is hungry.”

“Let me rephrase, we’re not hungry.”

“Who are you kidding? You say you don’t feel pregnant, but it seems like you’re always hungry these days,” he smiles.

And he’s right. I could absolutely eat a freakin’ bacon and egg on a bagel right now, but it’s just that I don’t want him to leave.

I want more of us.

I stare in awe at the chiseled man standing in front of me and rake my eyes along the powerful dips and valleys of his muscular chest and abdomen, which leads me to one of my favorite parts of him.

“I don’t think we should eat until I take care of that,” I say, referring to his rather large and probably very frustrated dick.

“I’m fine, Megan.”

“Aww, but it looks like it hurts.”

Hunter won’t say it, but I think he’s a little skittish about having sex with me, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve recently been shot or if it’s because I’m pregnant with his baby. Lately, he tries to satisfy me with oral sex but then suddenly has all these things to do when I’m ready to go topound town…like get breakfast.

“My dick is always hard for you. It’ll eventually settle down.” He talks about his penis like it lives in its own separate area code.

“But why would we need it to settle down?” I ask, my voice practically purring as I slowly crawl across the bed toward him. “When I can give it what it needs. What you both need.”

“Megan–”

“What?”

“Stop crawling like that?”

I chuckle to myself.

“Like what?”

“Like we’re in the middle of a goddamn porn movie.”

“Aren’t we? What you just did to me was deliciously pornographic.”

“And I’ll do it again for you another time, but right now, we eat.”

By this point, I’ve crawled to the end of the bed where he’s standing. His stance is defiant, but his eyes tell me something completely different. His eyes are practically smoldering, and my skin feels hot. I’m so close I can practically taste him.

So, I decided that I would.

Still, on my hands and knees, it’s easy to guide the engorged length of Hunter with just my hungry mouth. I open wide and lean forward, easily guiding his hard penis along the wet warmth of my tongue.

“Fuck, Megan,” he says in a guttural tone that I wasn’t expecting but am excited to hear.

Keeping one hand on his head and one in my hair, he grips the roots hard as he rhythmically strokes himself inside my mouth.

My pussy pulses and aches.

There’s something about giving head that turns me on just as much as the receiver.

“You’re not playing fair at all,” Hunter accuses in a voice thick with want.

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