Page 15 of Cougar

This crazy, give me sex all the time, hormonal monster I’ve become is getting really annoying. It’s hard to feel fully satisfied. I know John can do that for me. I just need him to do me. My tummy is cute, so I don’t think—at least I hope—that my size isn’t off-putting. Even if I was a bit bigger than I am, I know that I can still have sex. I refuse not to get what I want when it comes to this. It’s almost as if I’m burning from the inside out. I’ve always had a healthy sex life and a not-too-shabby sex drive, but this takes the cake.

Pacing the apartment, I pause and look down the hall to my room. My vibrator and dildo are both lying on my bed. It’s going to be clear about what I was doing to anyone who goes in there. I have no shame. I’m horny. But they didn’t satiate my hunger.

“Ugh!” I groan as I stretch and run my hands through my hair. “Why me?”

“Why you, what?”

I jump at the sound of John’s voice. I’m so damn disgruntled with everything, I didn’t even hear him come into my house. My father would be ashamed I let my guard down so easily.

If he was extra horny and pregnant, he would too.

I turn and face John, wrapping my arms around him as he comes up to me. His body presses into mine, and he smells so. Damn. Good. I turn into his neck and inhale. I can feel my body tingle all the way to my toes. Certain areas feel as if electric currents are pulsing through them. Wrapping my hand around his neck, I hold him close as I use the other to take off his cowboy hat and grip his hair.

I love the way he looks in his hat. He’s so damn sexy, but I want to grip his dark brown hair and pull. I want to bring his body even closer. I want to grip the strands as I lay on my back, and he feasts between my legs until I’m screaming.

I start kissing his neck and bite down on the tendon, sucking him into my mouth. He moans and I take it as a sign. I push him toward the couch. When the back of his knees hit, he sits, and I straddle him with no issue.

Immediately, I seal my mouth with his and start grinding on his cock. He’s already hard, and I want to scream from the rooftops, yes! This is what I needed. What I’ve been craving, and exactly what I know, will help me.

I’m done waiting, and by the feel of him, he’s done too. I detach myself from him long enough to take my shirt off. He hasn’t seen me fully naked yet. All he is going to know are these boobs pregnancy has given me. I went from a full B cup to almost a C. These babies are popping out of my bra, no matter what, and when his eyes latch on them, I can’t help but smirk.

Saying nothing, I reach behind my back and undo my bra. The straps fall from my shoulders, and as much as I want to give him everything, I want to tease him more. Holding the front to my chest, I slip my arms out of the straps. Once both arms are free, I maneuver my hands so that when my bra falls, my breasts are still covered.

His desire is clear. He licks his lips, and from the corner of my eye, I can see him flexing his hands, attempting to control himself. I push my boobs together before letting go and finally letting him see them.

“Jesus,” he whispers before his mouth finds one of my nipples and latches onto it. He sucks it hard, causing me to throw my head back and moan loudly. With how sensitive I am, this feels fucking incredible. I’ve missed this attention. I’ve needed it for so long. I could cry from how great I feel.

Gaining some control of myself as he continues to suck and lick my nipples, I start to unbutton his shirt. He always wears long sleeves, and they’re always some form of plaid. I never want him to change. Sure, he wears tanks or tight-as-hell shirts at the shop, but this, his day-to-day wear, is my favorite.

I’ve gotten his shirt off, and reluctantly, I stand and start to take my pants off. Once I’m standing naked in front of him, he takes a moment to look me up and down. I have a slight moment of panic, wondering if he finds me unattractive now that my stomach is starting to slightly poke out from my body.

All of that fear vanishes when I hear him, “You’re so goddamn sexy, AJ.” He leans forward and kisses my stomach. His hands continue to move up and down my body, but he doesn’t attempt to do anything else. I thought I had been clear about what I want and what I need. But it looks like I may need to give him a bit of a push.

“I need you to take your pants off, John. I need you in me, like, yesterday.”

Yeah, that push I thought he needed? Turns out, I’m wrong, if I go by the sigh he let out.

“Aletta, we can’t.”

“I swear to god if you say some bullshit about it being too soon or something else, I am going to punch you.”

“It’s not that.”

“You can’t get me any more pregnant.” Not wanting to stand here naked, I grab his shirt that I peeled off him and put it on. I button enough buttons so my vagina isn’t hanging out. My boobs can be free. They’re fucking awesome. “So what is it? Am I no longer attractive to you?”

He moves as if I slapped him. “How could you ask me that? I just told you how sexy you are. That hasn’t changed. You’re more beautiful every day. This is on—”

“—Really? You’re really giving me the it’s not you, it’s me line? I can’t fucking believe you.”

I head to my room when he grabs my wrist, spinning me around. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby! That’s what it is. What if I’m inside you, and I hurt you? What if I poke the baby? What if I lay wrong and hurt your stomach?”

“Your dick isn’t that big, John.” I deadpan. “It’s also not fucking possible to hit the baby with your dick. And to answer your other concerns, if you hurt me, I’ll tell you. It’s the same thing I would do even if I wasn’t pregnant.”

“I don’t think it’s worth the risk.”

“Are…. Are you…. You’re fucking serious?”

“I’d never forgive myself if I hurt the baby.”

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