LOGINThe kitchen heavily smelt of burnt tortillas, Bella was tempted to tell her mum that whatever she was cooking was getting burnt but minded her business."Six men, Bella! Six!"Elena Moreno slammed a cast-iron skillet onto the stovetop. The sound echoed like a gunshot. She turned, eyes flashing with the kind of fire that only an immigrant mother could weaponize. "In eighteen months. You go through boyfriends faster than I go through dish soap."Bella Moreno didn't look up from her boots. She was aggressively tugging on the laces, her fingers raw from the desert grit. "They weren't boyfriends, Ma. They were mistakes. There’s a difference.""The mechanic? He was handsome! He had a garage!""He had a wife in Sedona, Ma. And a personality like wet cardboard.""And the teacher? Mr. Henderson? He was so polite!"Bella stood up, her 5'9" frame casting a shadow over her mother’s petite, vibrating form. "He asked me to wear a blonde wig and call him 'Principal while we were making out one time.
Bentley lay propped against a mountain of silk pillows, his chest bare, his arm acting as a permanent pillow for Madison. She was curled into his side, her head resting just above his heart, her fingers idly tracing the faint, jagged scar on his forearm—a mark he’d earned years ago, long before he had her to protect.The sonogram sat on the nightstand, catching the moonlight, a silent witness to the quiet revolution happening in their lives."You’re thinking again," Madison whispered, her voice husky. she felt the slight tension in his muscles, the way his mind was already three steps ahead of the present moment.Bentley exhaled a long, heavy breath, his fingers tangling in her hair. "I’ve been making calls, Madison. For the last few weeks. "Madison shifted, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. "About the resort? I thought you said we were handling the regional safety audits.""I’m done with this resort," Bentley said, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her
Bentley’s grip tightened on Madison’s hips, his cock buried deep inside her, throbbing against her clenching walls. He could feel her teetering on the edge, her pregnant body trembling under him, but he wasn’t ready to let her shatter yet. With a low, commanding growl, he eased out slowly, the wet slide of his dick leaving her gasping, her pussy lips quivering in protest. 'Not like this, baby. Daddy’s gonna fuck you proper—turn you every way until you’re screaming my name in every position.'He untied her wrists with quick, rough tugs, the silk whispering free, but before she could rub the red marks, he rolled her onto her side, his massive frame curling behind her. Spooning her close, his chest pressed to her back, one arm sliding under her head like a pillow, the other hooking her top leg up, opening her wide. Madison’s belly rested safe between them, no pressure, just the heat of his body enveloping her. 'That’s it—side by side, my little pregnant whore. Feel daddy’s cock slidi
If anything, Bentley was not done pummeling his wife to be.Bentley’s eyes still gleamed with that feral hunger as he pulled out of her, his cock slick and throbbing.His eyes enjoying the sonorous view of her gaping pussy. Madison whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body clenching around nothing exactly, the ache deep in her core screaming for him to fill her again. For moment, she blamed her hunger for more sex on her pregnancy hormones.He wasn’t done—far from it. With a rough grunt, he shifted, grabbing her wrists in one massive hand, yanking them above her head. The headboard of the couch—sturdy wood from their makeshift setup—loomed, and he snatched the tie from his discarded shirt nearby, binding her wrists tightly to it. The fabric bit into her skin just enough to sting, holding her fast, her swollen belly exposed and vulnerable beneath her bound arms.'Fuck, look at you—tied up like my pregnant little slut,' Bentley growled, his voice thick with dominance. He loomed ov
Bentley’s words hung heavy in the air, his cock still buried deep inside Madison’s spasming pussy, the warmth of his cum swimming in her juices. She trembled beneath him, her body slick with sweat, the afterglow barely settling before his hunger reignited. He pulled out slowly, the wet pop echoing as a fresh gush of their combined fluids trickled down her thighs. 'Up, baby,' he commanded, voice low and gravelly. 'Not done stripping you bare. Gonna expose every goddamn inch again—make you feel owned.'Madison’s breath hitched, her swollen belly rising and falling rapidly. She was already naked, clothes discarded hours ago in their birthday passion, but his masculine energy made her feel vulnerable anew. 'Big... daddy, I’m already... oh fuck,' she gasped as he gripped her waist, effortlessly lifting her pregnant form and pulling her fully onto the couch beside him. His strong hands roamed possessively—fingers tracing the curve of her swollen belly, feeling the taut skin stretched
A slow, dazzling smile—one the public never saw—spread across his face. He let out a rough, joyous laugh, picking Madison up and spinning her around the room."A father," he breathed, setting her down and dropping to his knees to press his face against her stomach. "I’m going to be a father. You’re carrying my child."He looked up at her, his eyes shimmering with an emotion that looked suspiciously like tears. "You have given me the best gift I’ve ever received. In all my years, nothing comes close to this."He stood up, his gaze darkening with a familiar, predatory heat—one that was now laced with an overwhelming tenderness. He caught her mouth in a searing, deep kiss, his hands sliding down to cup her rear, pulling her flush against him."We should celebrate," he murmured against her lips. "Properly."Madison giggled, her hands tangling in his hair. "Is it safe? I read that—"Bentley interrupted, his voice a low growl of desire. "They say healthy sex is excellent for the mother... a







