Page 96 of Little Deer
“I have you, Lucy. I have you. Let it go. Come for me. Coat my cock. Fuck, yes!” Her orgasm detonates, her inner walls clamping down on me so tight that I don’t even have a chance to hold myself back. I come hard, her name a harsh shout as I pound inside her hard and fast, chasing my own pleasure.
She collapses forward, but her hips still move, and I fall forward with her, my hips pumping in and out of her as I try to fill every inch of her. Coating all her walls and her womb with my seed.
The thought of my seed taking hold, making another baby, sends another wave of ecstasy though me, making me shudder as I spill even more inside her. I grind myself against her, my balls pulled up tight, intent on spilling every last fucking drop.
It takes another full minute before I finally get some kind of semblance of control. My breath comes in pants, my body shaking with exertion, but I manage to ease myself up and look at Lucy quickly. Her face is hidden by her hair. “Lucy, are you alright?”
“Hmmm?” She turns her head toward me sleepily, her eyes hooded and her face utterly relaxed.
“Are you alright?” I ask again. “Are you hurting?”
“I can’t feel anything,” she answers dreamily. “Except full and so good.” She lazily clenches her inner muscles around me,and I hiss at the overload of sensation. I grind against her again, and she gasps, but not in pain. She does it again, like she’s trying to drag every last fucking drop out of me.
“Lucy,” I gasp. “Fuck.”
Thankfully, she stops, her body finally sated, and I slowly ease out of her. I stare at the sight of my seed dripping, and before I can stop myself, I gather it on my fingers and push it carefully back into her. Not wanting her to waste a single drop. She lets out a low moan, but she doesn’t stop me.
I don’t know where this feeling has come from, but the thought of her being pregnant with another baby, with my baby, has flipped some kind of switch in my brain. Something feral, wild, tries to flood through me, screaming at me to take her again, until she’s full and round.
I have to force myself away from her, focusing instead on untying her and checking her skin to make sure she hasn’t hurt herself. Thankfully, she seems fine, and she gives me a sappy smile when I kneel by her head to undo the last knot. “You’re so pretty,” she purrs, lazily reaching out to stroke my hair. “And sexy. All those tattoos are so sexy.”
I grin at her. “You like them,cerbiatta?”
She nods, lashes fluttering. “I want to trace them all with my tongue.”
The idea of her tongue on me has my cock twitching again. Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. “I’m happy for you to do whatever you want with me,dolcezza. Now, I’m going to run you a hot bath so that you can soak, and I’ll check on our son, yes?”
“I love that you call him that,” she whispers, eyes lifting to follow me when I get to my feet. My heart warms at her words. “That you accept him as yours even though you’re not his sperm donor. I don’t like to call Joey his father, even if he is. He didn’t want him, and he never got to meet him.”
“If you allow me to be,cerbiatta, I will be the only father he will know until you’re ready to tell him the truth when he’s older. He will never doubt that I want him. Or that I want his mother just as much.” I lean down and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Let me go draw you a bath.”
By the time I get the bath full and add in some epsom salts to help ease any soreness for her, Soren is already starting to wake up. Lucy immediately jumps up from the ottoman, but I stop her, scooping her up to carry her to the tub. “I’ll take care of him,” I tell her as I ease her in. She lets out a sharp gasp, then a low moan, and again I have to force myself to ignore it with how my cock twitches.
Once she’s in, I press a quick kiss to her mouth, quickly grab my sleep pants from the closet floor, and head out into the bedroom to grab Soren from his bassinet. “Ometto, what is with all this crying?” I murmur, cradling him and staring down at his scrunched up, tear-streaked face. His little hands are curled into fists as his arms wave angrily.
He is not having any of my rocking or soothing him. I quickly check his diaper, and realize it’s wet. Guess we have our answer. “How about we not pee on me this time, yes?” He just continues to cry, only slowing down once I have him changed into a fresh diaper and back into his sleeper. Still, he still lets out little sobs and disgruntled sounds, restless.
“He’s probably hungry,” Lucy suddenly announces from the doorway. She’s wrapped back in a towel, but she looks far less stressed.
“I’m afraid I can’t help with that,” I joke. She moves to the bed, grabbing the nursing pillow that I set on the floor, and then holds out her arms. I settle Soren into them and move to lay beside her as she positions Soren comfortably on the pillow and lowers the towel. Soren latches on hungrily, making me chuckle.“Be gentle with your mama,ometto,” I admonish, brushing the back of his head gently.
“I swear sometimes he’s trying to tear my nipples off when he gets super hungry,” Lucy sighs, leaning her head back against the headboard. “He’s about to go through a growth spurt soon, or so the doctor thinks, and they said that he’ll probably start to cluster feed.”
“What is that?”
“He’s just going to want to feed a lot more than normal. Instead of every few hours, it can be like every thirty minutes for a period of a few hours. The doctor warned me it can be exhausting, especially because it can happen many times throughout the day or even just later at night. And he’ll be more needy. I think she gave me a list of things I can do and eat to keep my supply up but obviously I don’t have that.”
I roll to grab my phone from the nightstand. I shoot a quick message to Nico to get Dr. Foster’s direct number. He answers back quickly.
Nico: Who needs a doctor?
Massimo: No one. Lucy said that she had a list of things her doctor gave her for Soren and she needs it. Since she can’t get it, I want Dr. Foster to give it to me.
Nico: Fine.
He gives me the number and I quickly shoot off a message to the doctor. When I look back at Lucy, she’s looking at me curiously. “I’ve sent Dr. Foster a message to get the list for you.”
She blinks. “You didn’t have to do that. It won’t be for another week or so probably that I’d need it and hopefully this is all sorted by then.”
