Parents!

Parents!


Alana's POV

My eyes rolled back as he licked and sucked my nipples, and I couldn't help but pull at his hair and curl my toes in the spur of the moment, having the most amazing time of my life. He was so skillful, having me so messed up.

“Is this why you sent everyone away?”

I managed to ask breathlessly even though he was driving crazy.

He nodded, lifting me and dropping me on the lower dining table. He was so impatient, trying so hard and fast to literally rip my clothes off my skin.

“I want to have my wife walk around naked right now, so yes. I want to fuck you at every single corner and wanna mark you. I've fucked you a million times but I'll never get satisfied.”

He spread my legs wide and pressed a knee over my pussy, and I screamed. What was that? Why was it so good? He did it again, even harder, and I lost all composure. I rubbed my pussy forward against his knee, trying to ride it and he chuckled.

“My queen can't get enough of me, huh.”
I didn't care for any embarrassment, I wanted to be fucked and ruined.

“Please fuck me, fuck me!” I cried out, the most hopeless I had ever been in my entire life. He had me completely naked but he was still fully clothed.

He was having so much fun at my desperation and expense.

He pushed me down on the dinning by my throat, then he placed me deeper in a comfortable position. He looked at me like he had every plan to ruin me this time around, wreck me, stretch me and tear me apart.

With ragged breath, he pulled down his shorts and tossed them aside. He got rid of his shirt and his domineering naked frame got on top of me and pounced on me silly.

Two seconds and he was buried deep inside me in the most excruciating manner. He began to thrust in and out, in and out, cursing, hissing, grunting, making me go mad with need as I tried to catch up with him. But it was of no use. I was no match.

He knocked me out and all I did was lay there, marvelled, screaming as I let him fuck me like he hated me until I couldn't fucking breathe due to heavy panting. Jesus.

“Ryan…” I moaned, trembling, begging, but not sure what I was begging for. Soon, my first orgasm came, incredibly earth shattering.

“Are we still trying for a baby?”

“Hmm, perhaps.” He replied.

Perhaps?

I came apart, but Ryan was nowhere close to being done with me. He pounded me on that table, and I came again almost immediately.

He pulled out, his cock hanging. I was too weak to even move. He got down from the table, pulled my ass to the edge of the table and had it hanging out then he went on his knees.

He locked my thighs and before I knew what was happening, he sank his face in-between my legs, then he began to eat my pussy. He sucked and slurped on my clit, making nasty noises that made me feel so shy.

All I know is that when he was done with me, I'm tempted to say I lost feeling there after cumming again. He got up, kissed me shitless, letting me taste myself.

Then he put me down, got on top of me and fucked me so hard until I cried, before he finally came hard, and we both struggled to make it out of that state. He fucked me like an animal on the ground. My face was mixed with tears, saliva and snot.

Everywhere burned and I struggled to breathe as he picked me up, all the way to the bedroom, then he dropped me on a counter while he ran our bath. It was too much. I was more than satisfied and he was just walking about like he didn't just show me how insane he was.

Finally the bathtub was full and he took care of me after treating me like a whore, and how much I loved it. When we were done, finally in bed and in his arms, I watched him call back the staff in.

Obviously they all knew what we were up to but God forbid I let myself get ashamed for having sex with my husband, ever. Doris left a month ago, so now we have another lead staff.

“Why do you treat me like that?” I asked, looking directly at him.

“Like what?”

“I don't know? Like an egg. You're acting really weird.” I asked him now and he shook his head like he couldn't believe my question.

“You can't be serious. So you haven't noticed anything different about you, body changes and all? I tried to be gentle with you just now, but I couldn't, and I'll try to make sure it doesn't happen again because you don't need it. But seriously, you don't feel any different?”

“Just a couple.”

“How about you find out for yourself. Fuck, I hope I'm right. Check and see.”

Then he brought out the last thing I was expecting. Pregnancy tests. What the hell? He believed I was pregnant all this time?

I looked up at him, shocked. What was this?

“Pregnant? You think I'm pregnant?”

“Yes, I do. I really do.” He looked hopeful.

Gosh, my heart. I took a leap of faith and went into the bathroom to try it out. After the maximum time elapsed, I saw the results and tried it again.

When I was done, I came out. Ryan was sitting up, clearly battling anxiety. It was crazy. He awaited the results.

I just stared at him, holding them before I eventually let the tears flow down my cheeks.

“What does that mean?”

Then I smiled and jumped on top of him, flashing the results at his face.

“We are going to be parents!” I screamed, beginning to cry in his arms while he picked me up like he was weightless just to yell.

“Yes! Yes! I knew it was true but now it's real!” He sounded even more excited than I was. How far gone was I? How did I barely notice?

“Now let me treat you like an egg, okay?”

“Princess treatment only.” I smiled back, deciding to be an obedient wife. Normally I would've objected but this was the way he knew how to take care of me, and I had no plans to take it for granted now I knew I was actually pregnant.

We got back in bed, only there was no way I could sleep due to the excitement except my body gave way due to the correctional sex I just had.

“So I'm not allowed to swim or what?” I asked, teasing him concerning what happened in the morning. I knew it was because of what I wore.

“Never.”

I laughed, and he kissed me into the night.