Page 54 of The Price of My Sins

“Oh, God! Bo, baby, go slow. You’re too deep,” she moaned.

“Now, it’s go slow? Your freaky ass wanted this dick. Now take this big mothafucka, Cin,” I grunted out, feeling her walls clamp down on me. I was ready to bust but knew better than to piss her off.

“Ohhh! Shit, Bo! Fuck this pussy harder!” she cried out, clutching her belly with one hand while the other gripped the sheets as she threw her ass back on me like she was trying to break me.

“Fuck! Give me that shit, O!” I growled, losing all control as I gripped her waist and picked up the pace, deep strokes hitting home like I was trying own every inch of her pussy walls. Her moans got louder, her throat raw with need. The sounds coming from my baby were the kind that made me black out and forget everything outside the two of us.

Then suddenly?—

“Bo! Wait! Something’s happening!” she shouted, trying to push me off her.

I held her firm. “Nah! You were screaming for this dick, now take?—”

I stopped mid-sentence when she shoved me back with both hands and gasped.

SPLOOSH.

A warm gush of liquid hit my thigh and soaked the sheets beneath us.

“The fuck?” I barked, stumbling back, heart racing. “You just… damn, you squirted hard ass?—”

“Oh my God!” she screamed, her hands flying to her stomach. “Bo, my water just broke!”

I froze. Mind blank. Dick still hard, but my soul was scrambling.

“Ayo, what?!”

“Baby! It’s time!” she shouted, eyes wide with panic. “The baby is coming!”

Shit went from freaky to frantic in point two seconds. I jumped off the bed, trying to grab my pants with one hand and my phone with the other.

“Alright, alright! Breathe, baby!” I said, trying to sound calm even though my heart was about to thump out of my chest. “We gonna get to the hospital. Just don’t push yet! Don’t push!”

She shot me a death glare through the pain. “I’M NOT PUSHING YET, NIGGA! GET THE DAMN KEYS!”

Yup. The baby was definitely mine if he had his mother snapping out like a certified killer. I was damn near falling over myself, trying to throw on sweats while calling the doctor. I was able to grab her hospital bag and the keys all at the same time.

“O, you good?! You need me to carry you?!”

She was pacing in slow circles in the bedroom—one hand on her lower back, the other on her belly, breathing like she was trying not to pass out or murder me. “Bo, if you don’t get me to that hospital in the next five minutes, I swear to God, I’m gonna push this baby out on your passenger seat!”

That was all the motivation I needed.

I got her in the truck and peeled off like I was in a high-speed chase. Hazard lights on. Music off. My phone was blowing up with my Mama, Lexi, and everybody in the group chat asking questions.

Meanwhile, Olivia was in the passenger seat, deep breathing like she was in a Lamaze class and cussing between contractions.

“Bo, you driving like we are in GTA!”

“And you over there acting like this ain’t our first-born about to slide outta you any second! I gotta move!”

We hit every red light like the city was out to get me, and every pothole got me a new death stare from her.

“If you hit one more damn bump, I swear?—”

“I’M TRYING, O!” I shouted, gripping the wheel.

We finally skidded up to the ER entrance like a scene out of a movie, damn near jumping the curb. I hopped out and ran around to her door, and she was already halfway out, teeth-gritting, stomach tight like a rock.

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