Novel & Cerita Pregnant Cars Fanfiction

Standing outside that church, sharp wind cutting through her thin coat, stomach already starting to show. The organ music spilled out the open doors while she watched him, “her” Sebastian, slide a ring onto another woman’s finger like the last two years with her had never happened. Like the baby growing inside her meant nothing. Like every look, every touch, every promise had all been one beautiful, calculated lie. The betrayal still burned fresh, even after all this time. It wasn’t just the ring or the vows. It was the way he never once looked back. Never once stepped outside to find me standing there shattered, pregnant, and too proud to scream.

"The doctors say you’re not in there. They say the brain is just... dark. But they’re idiots. They don't know how stubborn you are." She shifted, the fabric of her shirt tightening across her stomach. A sharp, stinging warmth radiated from her core. "There’s something else," she whispered, leaning closer until her forehead rested against his shoulder. His weight felt solid, grounded, even if he was just a shell. "I’m pregnant, Dante. The night in the bunker, before the fire... it stuck. I’ve got a Vane growing inside me. Or maybe a wolf. Who knows? I’m terrified it’ll have your temper and my lack of a filter."

Tugging at the sides of my pants, I pull them down over my hips as Dorian drops to the floor of the SUV in front of me, yanking them off completely. "This is the best view I've seen all day," he says as he tosses my pants onto the floor of the vehicle. "I can't believe I'm pregnant, pantsless, and in the back of a car with you," I whisper, only half-joking. It's Dorian Reed. Of course I can believe it. "Pregnant, pantsless, and getting eaten out on the side of the road," Dorian says. He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh, and my body responds immediately to his touch.

"Don't feel terrible about this little game of ours. I'll only be getting back what's mine. Grimsby's mine!" She left me panting for breath and headed towards the only parked car waiting. The car she had come in with Faye. "Get in!" She bellowed. I dragged myself to the car Faye had chosen not to let me in earlier. I got into the front seat. My hands rested on my belly all through the ride back to the mansion. Was there a baby growing inside of me for real?

"Miss, ah, can you move a little? My position is quite uncomfortable. You see, I'm pregnant." Damn. It's not a hallucination. I am really in a three-wheeled vehicle, and I remember the days when I don't even care what to call it! Because of this day's catastrophe, I could not even have the guts to know the fucking reasons why Heather Cassia is in a tricycle!

His eyes lit up excitedly. "I swear." Aunt Valentina then told the dark past of Luciano's mother. According to Aunt Valentina's story, Luciano's mother was a servant in Romano’s house. She was involved in an illicit relationship with the Romano family only son. When they knew that she was pregnant, she was expelled from the city of Rome. "Your dad didn't even know that your mother was pregnant. Your mother didn't have time to say anything when she left." "Why, Auntie? Why did my mother just leave like that?"

Beau couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and affection as he looked at Kaia in her pregnant state. The visible evidence of their shared creation, the curve of her belly, stirred a deep sense of connection. He marveled at the idea that a life they had created together was growing within her. The short pajama shorts and camisole, revealing the physical changes brought on by pregnancy, became a testament to the unique bond they were forging.

Even the racing baby who stood at the starting point also had a soft spot for him, standing in front of our car when ordered, seductively licking his fingers, and then touching his lower body, Jiao panting. I rubbed my eyebrows helplessly, and it was a little incompetent to accept the wild and unrestrained style of this car race. At least the baby racer remembered the race, and when the time came, he waved the flag down smartly. Our car almost brushed her past, she was not afraid, but extremely excited, I could hear her excited and debauched laughter through the window. "Isn't it interesting?" Lucius turned his head and winked at me. I turned his face back with a blank expression: "Watch the

I want to turn her around, pick her up, and look into her beautiful eyes while I fuck her, feel her legs wrap around me and her fingers dig into my skin. Right as I’m about to cum, I see her hand speed up, and when I hear her whisper my name, I lose control and cum with a force that momentarily blinds me. Images of Savanna fucking herself and then me fucking her float through my mind, but it’s the last image that sticks with me, refusing to budge. I see myself fucking her from behind in the shower with my arms wrapped around her very swollen belly. What the fuck? Did I just have a pregnancy fantasy starring my best friend’s daughter?