“Hey, beautiful,” he said after kissing me. “I’ve got a cabin for us for the weekend. Don’t worry, baby, it’s got running water and electricity.”
“What’s the occasion?” I asked.
“To celebrate,” he said as he sucked one of my breasts. “I believe that you’re pregnant, my love. Your nipples and breasts are changing shape and size.”
“That doesn’t mean anything,” I said. “I’m getting older - as are you! - and my body is changing!”
Vince chuckled as he pinched both of my nipples. We got out, dried off and climbed onto his bed. He had one arm wrapped around my arms, pinching my breasts and the other wrapped around my waist. He slid his hard penis into my apex and started thrusting in and out of me.
“My god,” he moaned. “You’re definitely pregnant, my love! We’ve been nonstop since you’ve ovulated. Fuck, I couldn’t stop myself from mounting you at every chance I could.”
“Don’t stop, Daddy,” I moaned.
We climaxed together. He fell asleep. I got up to get a drink then got dressed. I packed my stuff and loaded my car with my bags. I checked in on V but he was still asleep so I checked his phone to see where the cabin was. I came across an email and a text stating that since we hadn’t arrived by the time we were supposed - even with the grace period - the reservation was cancelled and he’d be refunded.
I figured that since I had his phone, I checked his emails, texts and photos. Nothing was off - didn’t see any proof of cheating - and nothing came to my attention other than the cabin cancellation and V’s sister, Carol, complaining how much time he’s spending with me. I blocked her and then put his phone down.
I went back downstairs, left a note stating that the cabin had been cancelled so I was going home so I could take care of some stuff. When I got home, I left my car loaded up and went inside to change. Once ready, I dusted, vacuumed, I loaded and then ran the dishwasher, took out the garbage and did my laundry. I showered, got dressed and opened up my windows for fresh air to get in. I, then, unloaded my car.
I grabbed a smutty book, a bottle of wine wine and a blanket and began to read on the couch. Three quarters of the way through the bottle, I realize that I didn’t have much food in the house so I ordered some. When I got to the smutty part of the book, Vince came in carrying some food in; what I ordered plus what he ordered. We both ordered the same thing. I helped him put the mac & cheese in the oven to stay warm, the potato and macaroni salads in the fridge and the pulled pork in the microwave as there wasn’t room in the oven.
Vince picked me up, carried me to my bedroom, we stripped and got into bed. I laid down on my back and spread my legs…seconds later, he mounted me and began to ride me hard and fast.
“I’m so sorry about the cabin,” V panted. “I desperately needed the rest and I needed you, my love.”
“Me too, Daddy,” I whispered. “We both know that we can’t keep our hands off of each other.”
I wrapped my legs around V’s waist, rolled us over and rode him with everything I had. We climaxed together several times. I slid off of him and fell asleep. Vince, I don’t know how, had the energy to clean up and put the food in the fridge. Afterwards, he came to bed. I woke up a little little bit, slid over to him a bit, and fell asleep in his arms.
We woke up a few hours later, hungry. I got up, brushed my hair and teeth and threw an oversized shirt on before going downstairs with Vince following suit but with boxer briefs. I was in the middle of throwing the food in the oven to heat up when he came up behind me and kissed my neck.
I turned around and kissed him back. He lifted my fat ass up on the countertop, opened my knees and kissed me, taking my breath away. Our hands explored each other’s bodies as we kissed. V slid into my apex gently, thrusted in and out of me and repeatedly moaning my name. I moaned his name and whispered in his ear that I was ready. A few thrusts later, we climaxed together, screaming each other’s names.
Vince, still pouring his essence in me, resting his forehead on mine, panting. He said that in this moment he KNEW what love is and that he wants forever with me. I chuckled and said that if I do get pregnant, keep the pregnancy and give birth, we’re together forever anyways. He laughed and said that whether or not I have a healthy pregnancy (and give birth), he wants to be my forever partner. I smiled. He mentioned that for him, marriage doesn’t matter to him anymore as long as I’m with him.
“Thank fuck, old man!” I chuckled as the timer for the oven went off. “I’m hungry! Let’s eat!”
He helped me off of the counter, he served us both food and soda and we ate in silence. After eating, we cleaned up and wiped down the counters - taking extra care of where we were we had sex - and put the food in the fridge. I hopped into the shower, got in an old shirt of his and converted my couch to a bed. He also hopped into the shower, got dressed and joined me 15 minutes later with blankets and water.
“What kind of music do you want to listen to tonight?” I asked.
“Josh,” he said hesitantly.
I just looked at him.
“Ok, fine. Classical!” he said with a smile on his face.
I used my remote controller for the stereo to set up the music as he spread the blankets on the couch bed. When he was done, he came over to me from behind, he wrapped me in his arms and asked me to dance.
“You sure, baby?” I asked. “I’ve got two left feet and the last time we danced, you complained that I bruised all of your toes!”
“Yes, I’m sure!” he said. “Yeah, you’ve got two left feet. You only bruised three of my toes.”
I just gave him this look before I smiled and said that I’d dance with him.
“Please just TRY to let me lead, ok?” he asked as he winked.
I smiled and said that I’d TRY to but no promises. V laughed hard.
We danced for hours and he lead the entire time. It was difficult for me to let go of my control and desire to be in charge but to be with him and listen to his taste in music is better than to be without him. We’ve had our issues in the past and we’re most likely going to have issues in the future but we’re going to work on them together.
I absolutely loved the time that we had together dancing. It was sweet, honest, pure and very intimate. It was my favorite part of the weekend. We eventually made it to the couch to sleep. We slept in until 10:30 am and we didn’t want to get up. Vince said that after I left his place yesterday, he made new plans for us on Saturday in a town not far from us; it’s a well-known/popular for restaurants and cute shops.
“It’s time to get up, darling,” Vince said as he kissed and caressed my body. “George will be here in 45ish minutes to take us.”
“I don’t want to get up, V,” I said. “I just want to stay in bed with you. Fuck, darling…please don’t stop!”
“This?” Vince asked as he mounted my sore apex. “I can’t get enough of you and your body!”
“Yes, baby!” I moaned as I wrapped my legs around his hips to pull him closer to me.
In no time, we climaxed together. After catching our breath, we got up, showered, brushed teeth, got dressed and had some coffee when it was close to the time that George would be picking us up.
It didn’t take long for George to take us to this town as he knows the most direct way. Vince and I were quiet on the way there as we were both tired and I’d fallen asleep. Vince had to nudge me awake. As we exited the car, George’s husband, Jeff, joined him. Vince and I went our way while George and Jeff went their way.
Vince and I shopped a bit, stopped for ice cream and sat on a bench to drink some coffee. I leaned into Vince as I was tired; he’d kept me up most of the night. He kissed the top of my head and wrapped an arm around me.
“I love you, my darling,” V said. “You know that, right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said. “Daddy’s too good to me.”
V texted George to let him know that V would order a car for us so he, George, could spend time with Jeff instead of taking us to my place. After texting George, V ordered us a car. I’d fallen asleep before the car arrived. I did, however, wake up a little bit when Vince picked me up and put me in the car. I did hear Vince ask the driver to take their time.
I have no idea what time we got back to my place as I’d woken up in bed and the sun was slowly setting. I got up, brushed my teeth and went downstairs; V had fallen asleep in an overstuffed arm chair. He woke up when he heard the floor squeak.
“Baby. I thought you were out for the night,” V said. “I kept you up too late.”
“It’s fine, V,” I said. “You look like you want to talk.”
“I do. Come on over here,” he said as he patted his lap. “Baby, did you hear me tell you that I love you and ask if you knew that?”
“I did,” I said. “It was just before I fell asleep. Let me guess, either I didn’t respond the way you wanted me to OR you think that I don’t love you.”
“I don’t know what to make of you,” he sighed. “You’re passionate, spicy, full of life, full of love but yet you don’t want to get married nor can you tell me in public that you love me.”
“Ugh,” I groaned. “I know; I’m a walking contradiction. I’ll have sex with you 24/7 and take care of you, clean up after you, make sure you go have fun but I’m not big into telling my partner that I love them in public. When people see us together - whether we’re holding hands or your arm is around me - that we’re together and they believe that we love each other.”
“Baby?” V asked. “What’s the difference?”
“If you want to continue to pressure me tell you in public that I love you, you can leave,” I said.
“Fuck, princess! You know you turned Daddy on!” V moaned. “I’ll let go of PDA if you let me ride you.”
“Only if you fill me up all night,” I said as I stroked his penis.
I stood up, stripped and headed to the deck. V followed a minute later, bending me over the railing and spread my legs. He put a few fingers in my apex to see how ready I was for him.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he moaned as he slid his penis in my apex and started to ride me. “You’re so swollen, baby. God, you feel so good.”
I moaned in pleasure. We climaxed together. As his essence is pouring into me, he pinched my nipples and I climaxed again...my juices slid down his penis.
"Oh, my darling," he moaned as he pulled out and wrapped me in his arms. "I think I'm done. I need a break, my love."
He picked me up and brought me up to bed, laid me down and laid down next to me, wrapping me up tight in his arms. We fell asleep for an hour or so and woke up hungry. He threw on his boxer briefs and headed down to heat up food that he and I both ordered on Friday while I put on a shirt and then headed downstairs.
"You ok, old man?" I asked as I hugged him from behind. "Tired?"
"Hey, love," V said as he turned to face me. "I'm so sorry, baby. I wanted to continue."
"Vince, there's no need to apologize," I said as I kissed him. "We've been intimate every day, several times a day for the past few weeks, babe. It doesn't help that we're both on the older side."
"I feel bad," he complained. "You're incredibly beautiful and I have issues keeping my hands to myself but I want to satisfy you."
"We don't need to be physical all the time," I said. "We just have been because we want to have a child together. I really LOVED last night when we just danced. And honestly? All the sex is wearing me out!"
Vince laughed and hugged me then took the food out of the oven. It was about time as I was hungry. As we ate, we watched a movie and then listened to music after the movie was over. Somewhere between the movie and the music, we finished the food. By the time we went to bed, I was stuffed.
We fell asleep quickly. A few hours later, I woke up to use the bathroom. After washing my hands, I realized that I 'd forgotten to take out my contacts. Once I took my contacts out, I went back to bed. Vince took me back in his arms and began to caress my body. I spread my legs for him. He slid down the bed and began to lick, suck and bite my apex. I started moaning his name. He slid up my body and mounted me.
“You taste so good, baby,” he grunted. “Your apex is so tight. My god, I’m so close!”
“Don’t stop!” I moaned.
V continued to ride me until we climaxed several times. I felt his essence pour into me as he’s playing with my sore nipples.
“You’re pregnant, baby,” V said. “I brought a test with me.”
“Fine,” I said. “After we’re done. I love when you’re riding me, baby.”
V threw both of my legs over his shoulders and started riding me hard. In no time, we were moaning and screaming each other’s names. We kept climaxing for a long time.
“Yes, baby! Take me! Just like that!” V grunted as he climaxed.
“You’re hurting me, baby!” I cried. “Hurry up!”
A few thrusts later, we climaxed. We lay together, in each other’s arms, catching our breath. I fell asleep with him in me.
We woke up Sunday morning and he was still in me, twitchy and pulsating. When he was done, we got up showered, got dressed and gathered the bedding from my bed and the couch to start laundry. Eventually, I made the effort to take the pregnancy test.
The test came back positive. I showed it to Vince. He picked me up and swung me around; asking me how I’d like to celebrate the news.
“That’s easy, baby,” I said leaning in to kiss him. “I want you in between my legs, making me scream.”
V carried me to bed and had mounted me for the rest of the day. By nightfall, I was stuffed, sore, swollen, no voice and satisfied.
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