Page 46 of Drill Session

“Oooooooh fuuuuuuck!”

Her pussy clenched around my dick a little tighter and her body froze. My thumbs pressed in her back as my nut released. My toes curled upward as I held on to her booty, making sure to fill her up with all the nut I had left in me. She panted, trying to catch her breath. Dick was still buried deep in her. Pulling out of her, squirt gushed out of her and a mixture of our juices seeped out of her and swarmed down her thighs.

“Damn,” I grunted before bending down to kiss her on the booty. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“I’m about to run us some shower water and wash you up okay.”

My time in the gym was slim now that Akira was pregnant. I waited on her hand and foot, at her beck and call. To be selfish, I wanted her at home all the time too afraid that something would happen, and I wouldn’t be around. She hated that I treated her like she was handicapped, but it is what it is. Until she dropped the cargo, I was going to buried in her skin, all in her bubble invading her space.

Once the water was how she liked it, I held the door open, grabbed her hand and stepped in after her. Hot ass water felt like needles pricking my skin, but she liked it. Delicately, I washed her pussy with her unscented soap and washed her body before taking care of myself. Her after shower care consisted of rubbing oils and shit on her body and feet, and I took care of that before she got dressed and did her facial routine and brushing her teeth. The moo moo barely covered her exposed ass, as she tugged on the bottom of it.

“That ass sit up like two bunk beds,” I joked, while pulling my Polo pajamas up.

“Shut up,” she mumbled. “I’m so ready to get my body back.”

“I like you pregnant.”

“I want to start back laying on my stomach,” she complained as she climbed on the bed. “This baby is so chunky. I can’t believe I’ll give birth to a ten pound baby in the next few days. These months flew by didn’t they?”

The cover was already flipped back on her side of the bed. To enhance her comfort, she repositioned herself on the plush surface, using a body pillow for support and propping her head up with her arm.

“Yeah.” Joining her, I flipped my side of cover back first. “Seem like just the other day, you was at work, with a pregnancy test in your hand, crying.”

“You got to give me a while before putting another one in me.”

“You be the one saying nut in me,” I replied.

Facing her, I looked at her side profile, gazing at her pretty face. “Akea be sending me those labor and delivery videos on Facebook. I blocked her petty ass.”

“You scared?”

She glanced at me with the remote in her hand momentarily then flicked through channels. “Of what, giving birth?”

“Yeah, your pussy gone open up this wide.” To showcase, I widened my hands and chuckled.

“Shut up.” Hitting my arm playfully, she erupted into laughter and continued to flick through the channels. “That’s why I blocked Akea. I can’t wait for her turn to come.”

“You might as well put it on some, you ain’t gone do shit but go to sleep.”

“The last time I put it on a movie, you fell asleep first nigga. I’m not putting it on a scary movie either, you know I have nightmares.”

“I ain’t say a scary movie, put it onAmerican Gangster,” I mentioned.

Just to let her lie and talk shit, I let her. Anytime we watched a movie or show, she fell asleep then would wake up and pretend like she was up the whole time. My baby worked hard. In between being a kindergarten teacher and expanding the homeless shelter, my baby be busy. During winter break, she took a few days off and extended her vacation, using some PTO. Her doctor told her body could manage working until her third trimester, but I wasn’t going for that shit. That’s all the more backup she needed to go against why I told her she couldn’t. However, I let her do her thing and let her go on maternity leave when she was ready. When she turned 30 weeks, she hung up her teacher’s hat, but what pissed me off, them muthafucka’s would be blowing up her phone, like they were incapable of doing the job during her absence.

“You sleep,” I called out to her. “Bae!”

I looked over and saw her eyes were open. They were low, but they were open.

“What! I’m up.”

“I’m just checking.”

“You ain’t got to check on me Martavious,” she mumbled then reached over and started caressing my arm. “Daddy.”

“What you want?”

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