Novel & Cerita Mommy Dom Stories

“Keep touching me, Doctor. Just like that.” She stroked him slowly, base to head. “This has to stop. I have to go home.” Dante lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “Then go. But you’re still holding my cock. And your nipples are begging for my mouth.” Elara’s hand didn’t stop moving. She kept stroking him, feeling him grow heavier. Heat throbbed between her legs. Her pussy felt swollen and wet. “I shouldn’t want this,” she said, voice shaking.

I screamed through another shattering orgasm, squirting all over his abs, but he held me down and kept the toy there, forcing me to grind through the overstimulation until I was convulsing uncontrollably. Dominic flipped us again, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. His free hand pressed down hard on my lower belly as he pounded into me. “Gonna fill this womb again,” he panted, sweat dripping from his body onto mine. “Gonna pump so much cum into you it leaks for days. Pray that pill doesn't, Valerie. I kid you not when I say I'll have you swollen with my baby while you beg for more.” I was crying openly now, pleasure so intense it hurt. “Yes—breed me—fill me—own me—please—”

She didn't know where these words were coming from but they were spilling like a tap left open. "Woman!" Dominic squished her cheeks and turned her to him, swearing when she flinched at his tone. "You just gave me the best sex of my life! Do you have any idea what sort of self-control I am yielding right now to not make love to you on every surface in this house?" Make love? Did he just use those words? "I want to continue having sex. You don't understand-" "Pregnant women are always horny." Dominic grinned. "I know, I am a responsible husband and father, remember?"

She wore shorts and a tank top, and her skin looked flawless. Had he been mistaken? Were his memories false due to the drugs? But she had called him by name, hadn’t she? The sounds she made, her moans and sighs, were familiar. The moment between them had touched a part of him. It stirred something deep within him. How could he possibly feel anything like that…that connected with a stranger? Dominic flopped backward into the chair. He was doomed if what the mother and daughter told him was true. How could he ever convince Solo to return to him after having sex and a kid with her cousin? Knowing her personality, she would never forgive him.

["Dominik, your mommy..." "What's wrong with mommy?" Dominik knitted his eyebrows together.

"He is the owner of the fashion company Mommy is going to start working for. Which means..." "On Monday, DADDY AND MOMMY'S LOVE STORY WILL BEGIN... YAY..."

She bit down hard on her lower lip until it hurt, her free hand still trembling as it rested on her gently swelling belly. “I promise, Daddy,” she repeated, her voice breaking. “I’ll still be a good wife. I’ll still be yours. But just once… please, let me be your whore for one night. Just one night. After that, everything goes back to normal. I swear on my life.” “I need to ask you one thing,” Dominic said sharply. “Has this desire been there for a long time? Or did it start after you got pregnant?” “To be honest… it started when I was almost four months pregnant, Daddy.”

I lost who I was to fit into the mold that was already shaped and perfect for Sheryl. “I understand.” Dominic sighs out, but the sadness in his tone tells me he doesn’t. I feel his grip loosen and panic surges in me. I tighten my hold on him, breath in his scent, his cologne. “I’m scared.” I admit weakly, finally speaking the words I held in since finding out I was pregnant. “My mom was murdered when I was young. I was bounced from one home to another through the system.” My voice shakes, cracking while Dominic holds me tighter, closer to his body.

Everything about them went still. The shouting died. The bouncing stopped. Even their breathing seemed to pause. Mirabella’s arms tightened instinctively around the baby, but her smile was soft, exhausted, radiant. “Come here, my loves,” she whispered. Mom excused herself to give us privacy and little family moment. Dom moved first, slower than I’d ever seen him move in his entire five years of life. He climbed onto the bed like it was made of glass, eyes huge, mouth actually open. Gio followed, pressing against my side, fingers twisting in my shirt because he was suddenly shy.