She’s so beautiful it’s impossible to describe. It’s been about eight months since the dirty contest at the Billionaires Island, and Ava’s now plump and round. We’ve just come back from meeting the Pope, but it’s not our Good Father’s company that has her flushed. It’s the fact that Ava’s having pre-contractions while lying in the large double bed, and I’m massaging her feet to help her relax.
“Sweetheart, it’s a little early,” I soothe. “The baby’s not due for another three weeks so try to relax. These are just practice contractions,” I say.
“I know,” she mewls. “But it’s hard and it hurts!” she exclaims as another contraction makes her wince a bit.
“What can I do?” I ask seriously. “I want to make it better for you.”
After all, this girl is my world now. After winning the competition, Ava and I left Maruba together. Suddenly, I realized I didn’t want to be on an island in the middle of nowhere without this woman. So when the plane lifted off, I was there with her, holding her hand and stroking her curls. She means everything to me, and I want her to have it all.
It wasn’t hard, to be honest, because my girl doesn’t ask for much. She wants to go back to school and is filling out applications for Ph.D. programs in religion. Thus, the visit with our pontiff. Ava was so excited when I told her we’d be going to the Vatican.
“Really?” she asked, eyes wide. At this point she was beginning to show and rubbed her belly as if for good luck. “We’re going to meet the Pope?”
“Really,” I confirmed. “He wants to meet you, too.”
But then Ava shook her head.
“I’m honored to meet him,” she said in a soft voice. “But I don’t want a recommendation. It’s not right because he doesn’t really know me, and I don’t want to take advantage of the situation. I’m going to get in on my own merits,” she said in a decided voice.
I was going to argue with her, but that’s what I love most about my woman: she’s so principled and ethical, even if we met in a completely unprincipled setting. As a result, we met with the Pope one Sunday after services, and it was as amazing as can be. He was gracious and kind, befitting a man of his stature, and we felt blessed to be in his presence.
But now, we’re back in the room and Ava’s having early contractions while carrying our son.
“Stay calm, sweetheart,” I soothe even as panic jolts in my heart. “Baby Avery doesn’t want to come out yet. It’s too early,” I say.
My love is about to say something in reply, but then her mouth snaps shut as a thought strikes her.
“You know, Carver,” she manages between pants. “You could help me relax in a very special way.”
“How?” I ask, sitting up while clasping her hand. “I’ll do anything sweetheart.”
Slowly, she undoes her robe, revealing her curvy, hugely pregnant form. Ava’s absolutely gorgeous and I can’t stop staring at her enormous breasts tipped with pink and her large, meaty thighs. She’s put on about seventy pounds, and looks like a creamy Aphrodite, albeit a very pregnant one.
Slowly, Ava turns herself until she’s on her hands and knees, her big belly cushioned by a pillow. Then she looks back at me, and pulls her cheeks wide, showing me that brownie.
“Put it in,” she breathes. “It’ll help me relax. But put it in the back way because I don’t want to overstimulate the baby.”
I rumble low in my throat.
“Sweetheart, I think the baby’s going to be stimulated if you’re stimulated, and this is supposed to be relaxing, not the other way around.”
But Ava merely giggles.
“I know, Carver, but put it in me, pretty please? You know I love the back way now.”
I do know because ever since that dirty contest, Ava has become a backdoor ho. It’s incredible, and it fills me with wonder too. How did this sassy yet innocent girl become a woman of the world who offers her bottom hole to me all day, every day 24/7? I love it and get up to kneel behind her, grabbing those curvy hips for purchase.
“You’ll tell me if it gets to be too much, right?” I growl.
She merely closes her eyes and nudges me.
“Now!” is her demand. “Now, now!”
How can I say no to a pregnant woman? Within moments, I’m balls deep in her behind, enjoying the tight squeeze.
“Oooh,” she squeals. “Yes!”
It doesn’t take much because Ava feels so good. There’s something about being huge and heavily pregnant that turns me on, and within a few minutes, I’m spurting like a madman into her bottom.
“Fuck,” is my grunt. “Oh shit!”
Meanwhile, my girl dissolves as well, a mellifluous melody of throaty moans hitting my ears. Oh yeah, she’s having a good time as she milks me hard, absorbing everything I have to give.
After it’s over, Ava turns around again, her hands resting lightly on her belly.
“I think you like it even more when I’m pregnant,” she teases.
I nod, my grin huge.
“I do, sweetheart. And after you give birth, I want to fill you up with another baby, and then another one, and then another one, et cetera. What do you think?”
Her cheeks go pink as her mouth opens wide, but then Ava smiles gently at me too.
“I would love that, Carver. But where would we live? Your penthouse in New York only has four bedrooms, and it sounds like you’d like to have five or six children.”
I grin.
“Not five or six, honey. At least a dozen because I can’t wait to have you pregnant and barefoot, waddling around for the next, oh twenty years or so. But sweetheart, it doesn’t matter where we’re located geographically. Wherever you get into school, is where we’ll go. We can buy a house or rent during your Ph.D. program, and I’ll watch the kids as you study. We have so much money, I can afford to be Mr. Mom for a while,” I say seriously.
She smiles at me, clasping my hand once more.
“You’re so good to me, Carver,” she breathes. “What did I do to deserve you?”
I lean down to press my lips against hers in a passionate kiss.
“You deserve me because you’re amazing, precious, daring, intelligent, and a sweet girl all rolled up into one without even trying,” I breathe against her lips. “You’re everything to me, Ava, and I want to tell you just how much. Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Carver Temple? I don’t have a ring right now, but we’ll get one as soon as we’re back in the States. A beautiful gold band, sweetheart, with a diamond as big as the moon. What do you think?”
Tears spring to her eyes then as she returns my kiss, nestling into my embrace.
“Yes, Carver, I’d love to become your wife, and you know the ring doesn’t matter at all because what matters is us, and that we’re together. Maybe we were introduced at Billionaires Island, but all that is in the past now. You and me? We were meant to be, no matter the circumstances.”
I can’t agree more and lean down to kiss the precious curvy girl once more because what she says is true. Maybe we met at Billionaires Island, in a secluded paradise meant to cater to wealthy men. Maybe Ava was supposed to be a party hostess but ended up in my suite night after night. Maybe we participated in a dirty contest with eye-opening results. But none of it matters because everything ended up where it should, and with this curvy girl as my wife, the future looks bright indeed.
The End
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