Page 188 of Screwged for Christmas

“Baby? You’re pregnant?”

“Did you think I was eatingthatmuch pasta just because I could?” Well, I was, but still. Not the point.

Gabriel leaned over to cradle the soft slope of my belly. I wasn’t showing just yet. But there was a tiny baby there nonetheless. My tits were bigger too but not that he’d ever complained about that.

“How do you feel? Do you need to lie down?”

“Thirty seconds ago you were spanking me. Now you want to treat me like I’m glass.” I turned in his arms so that my nipples rubbed the front of his bare chest. “Why don’t you show your wife how happy you are by fucking her?”

“It won’t hurt the baby?” Gabriel whispered against my lips but already he was lifting me onto the vanity counter.

I spread my legs, reached for his zipper, groaning when I felt his heavy cock in my hand already hard and pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Life was pretty freaking amazing. Gabriel’s hands slid up my thighs and gripped me.

I smiled up at him, unable to think of a better way to celebrate our marriage and our wonderful first Christmas together.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and fell into the bliss of my husband making love to me.

“Let’s review how I got you this way, shall we?”

“Mmm,” I purred. “Getting screwged just became a whole lot more fun.”

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