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Atlanta, Georgia – inked to the Max
Trev
4½ months pregnant
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“I feel the earth move under my feet ...” she sings as she dances.
I’m the luckiest S.O.B. this side of the Mason-Dixon line. She’s finally agreed to take our relationship and the bay news public. Once she told me the she was pregnant some part of me hoped. Another part of me knew her baby was mine. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I realized the truth. She gave me the best damn birthday present when she verified what I already knew. I didn’t need a test to tell me anything because she finally told me the truth.
Now, there’s a platter of breakfast foods, coffee brewing, a cinnamon roll with a candle, and a painting—a Zo-Wat original—sitting on one of the counters along with a plaque that says, “The Worlds Most Tatted and Shocked Dad.” I have to step back so that she doesn’t hear my laughter. I’m so in love with this woman there are no wards to sufficiently capture what it Is I’m feeling.
Every time she says, “Well damn” or “oh my damn”, I see a blush creep over her cheeks and smirk in response to it. When her eyes meet mine, I know she knows what I’m thinking. Damn, if I don’t get hard as steel watching that crimson tone color her cheeks as the blush deepens.
The very first time she and I had sex—drunk as fuck or not, I still remember that shit—I’d heard those words on multiple occasions. My favorite was when I’d first released my cock from the confines of my jeans.
She’d breathlessly said, “Well ... damn!”
When that tongue of hers darted out, I almost came on the spot. I couldn’t wait to feel it and her mouth wrapped around me. When it came time, she got in a few good bobs before I was lifting her off the ground and tossing her to the bed. It proved to be too much. I’d been waiting for so long to have her. I needed to have her full of me. My body insisted. My dick was persistent. I had to feed all that I had to offer to that sexy as fuck pussy of hers.
Our connection was mind-blowing. I felt my pulse increase as I settled between her legs and took a moment to enjoy how we fit. She couldn’t handle it. Zo sat up and kissed me. Holding on to my neck she lifted and began to move. I allowed her the freedom to do so for a few minutes, loving the shit out of how willing she was to take what she needed. I savored the fact that she was using me. It proved to me I’d been an idiot. I also saw how quickly her control was slipping. I saw the instant it did, relished the frustrating desire in her eyes.
After kissing her breath away, I pressed into her. Holding on to her shoulders, I drove into her while continuing to kiss her. Her nails bit into my back and scored my flesh as I continued to pump.
“Oh. My. DAMN!” she’d screamed as I felt her walls clamp around me, pulling me in deeper.
“Going deeper, Tress.”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” she’d let out the longest moan as I fed the last few inches to her.
“I’m fully there. Damn, that’s a beautiful sight.”
I’d been watching her body take all of me and the sight had my entire body tingling with the need to let go. I felt her body begin to tremble as she lifted a foot and pressed back. I gave her no purchase. Chasing her, I drove back in, as deep as she would accept me. Her hands gripped the comforter and fisted it even as she began to speak.
“Fuck. It’s too damn much for one ... man ... to ... shit ... have. Say it again.”
I believe that last part of the statement took all she had left in her because she collapsed to the bed and waited. I couldn’t have that. She needed to be a willing participant in this. Lifting her legs, I placed my hands at the base of her thighs then pulled back and drove into her again.
“SHHIIIIITTTT!”
“Wake up and come for me, Enchantress.” I told her when the scream finally ebbed, and she looked at me through hooded eyes.
Obedient beauty that she is, she moaned her release in the next second. She was so tight, I had no other choice but to let go when she bucked and grabbed my ass. I didn’t get anymore strokes in. I was done for and reveling in the most powerful climax ever to rock through my body.
I should’ve known then that I’d been the one to get her pregnant. My addled mind had me questioning whether or not we were even together when I woke up the next morning. She wasn’t there when I awakened. I did find her panties later the next day. My brain came up with excuses and dumb ass reasonings as to why her silky drawers were in my bedroom. Some part of me knew we had been together because I knew the panties belonged to her. I’d been in the room on a few occasions where I caught her shopping online and saw that pair on the screen. Plus, they smelled of Zoie. I don’t believe my brain wanted to accept the truth of it because she was gone the next morning. I didn’t want to believe I’d had her and we just returned to the same old shit the next day.
Beautiful. That’s what I think when I look up those long, gorgeous creamy brown legs of hers then at the juncture between her thighs. exquisite. Zoie is a living, walking, breathing masterpiece. Timeless. Beautiful.
That’s the perfect word to describe her. She’s stunning. Kissing my way up her soft, yet muscled thighs, I use my shoulders to press forward and part her even more. Zo hasn’t looked down at me yet. I’ve heard her talk about how some man’s eyes make her wetter than she thought was possible.
“How can eyes have that effect on someone?” she’d asked.
The person didn’t have an explanation to offer her. I had to know if I could be the one she’d been discussing in private all of this time.
Parting her thighs, I see the Promised Land. She’s clean shaven and a little darker from the position I am in.
