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The baby is okay. Those were the words that blessed my ringing ears when it was all I could think about during my appointment until the doctor came in and it was like the door opening washed the haze from my brain and I could think clearly again. Simon knew what it looked like to be trapped in one's mind where you feel imprisoned by your own thoughts that would not relax so he helped me by holding my hand and giving me masked kisses on my cheek while John was trying to talk me down. All his voice was doing was annoying the shit out of me and making it worse but that could just be the sibling behavior we have.
Regardless, the baby is doing just fine and is happy to be bouncing around in my stomach and making me catch my breath at times when he knocks the wind out of me but I love every second of pregnancy that has me skipping down the hallway and descending down the stairs with a new balaclava and baby wipes in my hands. A smile is plastered on my face as I glance out of the huge windows of the kitchen to see the setting sun and that is not what makes me smile but the large man sitting on the couch with his thighs spread wide and his arms hiked up along the top of the couch to fully take up the furniture as he watches his movie before dinner.
"Simon Baby?" I speak in a soft tone and instantly, his brown eyes are on me
"My love." Simon drops his arms from the couch and holds his hands out for me. "How are you doing, pretty girl?" He asks and grabs my hips when I get close enough
"Haven't thrown up." I sigh as he helps me sit on his lap and I move around to get comfortable
"Careful with your legs, mama." He warns as my folded legs press up against his holstered weapons. "But, that is something good, yeah? No throwing up and keeping your lunch down? It's been about four hours since then and two since your snack." He makes some good points
"Eh." I give a half shrug. "I am sure it will come up sooner or later." I guess
"Have some faith, precious." He says as his thumbs rub circles on my hipbones. "Our boy is getting healthier and stronger, this is a good sign." He tries to sway my mind
"I know he is, but I feel like shit." I frown and drop my shoulders. "He's kicking my ass, Simon." I admit through a whisper
"We will be alright as the days go on." He reassures and looks down at my lap where the mask and wipes sit. "What do you have there, gorgeous?" He asks and switches the subject when he notices my heavy emotions clouding over me
"I want to clean that black shit off of your face." I give a small smile and lift my hands to the neck of his mask but his hands stop me. "Sweetheart." I huff
"Darling, I do not want anyone seeing my face." He whispers as Clara is in the kitchen
"She is cooking dinner and can't see you." I reassure and slip my fingertips under the fabric so I can feel the corse hairs of his stubble scratching at my skin. "I have not seen my husband all day and night and I would like to see more than his eyes... I miss you, my Simon." I almost whisper
"My dearest." He raises his scrunched eyebrows and feels bad for something so simple. "Is seeing my face a pregnancy craving of yours?" He asks to make me smile and it does
"I have many." I smirk and motion to his mask with my eyes to which he nods at in silent permission so I strip off the mask and set it aside. "Oh, so handsome." I smile brightly when I see his face that I grab and kiss all over
"Babes, you are going to get the makeup all over your lips." He chuckles and turns his face away so I pull back to see black lip prints on the unmarked areas of skin. "Ugh, look at you." He huffs and reaches for the container of wipes he opens and grabs. "Give me your beautiful face." He sighs and cups the right side of my head while he wipes off the makeup from my smiling lips
"You are too handsome not to kiss." I shrug my reasoning and he laughs
"Silly girl." He shakes his head and sets the wipe down when I am all clean
"I love kissing your scars." I give another reason and trace my thumb along the scar that goes from the top of his forehead, down to his cheek and misses his eye but cuts his eyebrow in half to where no hair will grow on the slit
"Almost went blind from that one." He mutters and gazes at me while I stare lovingly at what he thinks are his imperfections
"Forgive me, but I think it is just the coolest thing." I can't help but smile. "Makes you look badass and intimidating if you ever let the mask go." I suggest
"It keeps you safe so I conceal my face." He says but smirks as he looks me up and down. "But, I love how you get intimidated by me. Get so shy and try to close your legs when I want to eat your pussy." He whispers the last sentence with his hands moving over the tops of my shorts and to my ass where his fingers grip and squeeze lightly
"Simon." I speak in a warning tone
"Tonight." He promises. "In our own bed and not in the garage where your damned brother has my cot set up." He adds
"I will burn it before we leave." I make a promise of my own and grab a wipe to start cleaning his face with
"Ambitious girl." He compliments. "Burn down a cot just to sleep with her husband." He murmurs sexily as his hands palm at my ass. "Why don't we go finish this up in our room, huh? And when you are done, I will return the favor for taking care of your husband." He sits up and stops my wiping when his aloe soaked lips press against mine
"Mmm." I hum and close my eyes at his tongue poking at my bottom lip before furthering inside to spread his taste all over my tongue. "Gonna wake up our son if you continue like this." I warn and pull back to see the red tint on his lips and the deeper rouge that highlights the scar cutting across his smiling lips
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind staying asleep for another hour." He shrugs but lets me continue with wiping all of the black makeup off of his eyes, temples, and nose bridge. "So daddy can have some fun with mama." He tries to convince me by acting like he's readjusting when all he is doing is pressing the zipper of his pants up between my legs
"After dinner, Simon." I still stick to my decision. "If we were at our house, it wouldn't matter but, we are here so we have to respect some of John's rules." I remind him and he rolls his eyes
"He was an asshole to you." He snaps- not at me and makes it clear. "I hate seeing him being abusive to my wife. I do not care if he is your brother." He sighs sharply
"He's not being ab-" I start to defend
"Saying he will drag you out of this house and make you go somewhere. Yelling at you and blaming you for being attacked. Ripping your shirt up without your consent to see if you have bruises. Standing up so violently, he knocks his bloody chair over is all abusive and I will not have it around my wife or my son." He looks at me sternly. "He may be my brother-in-law and my best friend I have known all my life but he will not disrespect my wife. You come first in my protection." He explains to me
"I understand, my love." I nod and set the wipe down to replace it with a clean one so I can get all of the smudges off before I discard that one as well. "I just don't want any fighting." I shrug
"I know you do not like confrontation and issues but if he continues with this attitude, I will say something." He says. "I hate seeing you cry because of him." He frowns
"That was a once or twice kind of thing." I shake my head against his hand that hasn't left my face
"Once or twice too many." He shakes his head as well. "You are my life and I need to protect it."
"I hear you." I nod and lean forward to wrap my arms loosely around his neck and rest my elbows on his shoulders. "I love you, Simon."
"I love you, pretty babe." He sighs in comfort when his thick arms hold me against his body
"Soon enough, I won't be able to hug you like this." I speak after a moment and he chuckles
"For a good reason though." He picks up his new balaclava and brushes his dark brown hair back before slipping it on when the garage door squeaks open and we hear both Soap and Riley running into the house
"Agreed." I smile and sit up to pet Riley when he skids to a halt by Simon's leg. "Hello, my precious boy!" I greet in a high-pitched cooing voice his ears perk up at. "Are you ready to eat dinner with mum and dad, my baby?" I ask as I slip off of Simon's lap but I step on the wrong foot and feel a bolt of pain rip down my thigh and up my hip. "Ugh, steamin' Jesus." I sigh a whiney, accented groan which turns both Riley's serious
"Darling?" Simon sits up and grabs my waist while Riley boops my thigh before his owner can even utter the question
"I'm okay." I breathe and drop a hand down to my thigh where my fingers sit right above the row of stitches. "Got off on the wrong foot is all." I reassure
"Take a breather." He nods and holds me steady until I pet Riley's head and step away. "Good?" He asks and stands up to now tower over me
"Perfect." I smile and look down at my stomach that I push out and grab. "Let's go get this little man some food!" I exclaim happily and spin on my sock covered feet to limply skip towards the kitchen with Simon chuckling behind me
"Hey, Honey." Soap smirks at me as he sits at the table with a beer. "What are you and Baby Soap Jr. so excited for?" He asks in amusement
"Food." I smile happily while Simon walks up behind me and presses his whole body against me. "So is Simon." I smile up at him and he returns it
"I am." Simon agrees and slips his hands under my arms and across my hips to cup my entire stomach in his large grip that warms my front
"Seems like Ghost is hungry for something else." Soap teases and makes Simon chuckle
"Shut up, Soap." John spits from the counter he helps set up while Clara is finishing off the many meats she cooked. "You too, Simon." He adds just to piss him off
"I am feeling my son kick in his mother's womb." Simon defends himself and sends a glare towards Soap. "Would you like to feel?" He asks sarcastically
"Actually, yeah." Soap nods and goes to stand up
"Piss off." He almost barks and presses his hands into me so I step back and fit impossibly closer to him
"Careful with our baby, Simon." I lift my hands to his and keep them there to hold myself up from the pain in my leg but I ignore it and smile at Clara when she catches my eyes. "It smells amazing in here, Clara. I didn't know you could cook." I compliment
"Oh, thank you!" Clara beams of happiness from the recognition. "I learned when I would travel for school and tonight, I felt like going back to Mexico." She smiles and I gaze hungrily at all of the meats, cheeses, vegetables, salsa, guacamole, and sauces for anything you could ever imagine
"Mmm." I hum and stand on my toes to see her making a quesadilla
"Would you like one?" She asks after noticing my stare. "I'll get you whatever you need for the baby as well. Come up with any crazy combination and I will do my best to make it awesome." She offers kindly and it has my pregnant heart beating out of my chest
"Yes!" I get excited and lightly jump against Simon's body but he holds me still so I stop making myself grimace and wince at the cut on my leg I keep forgetting about. "Do you also have cheddar Ruffles? So I can dip it in my guac?" I ask and she nods
"Ooh!" Soap hums hungrily and in interest with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed. "Good idea, Honey. Make it a double, Clara!" He lifts his beer bottle and Clara laughs out her 'okay's
"Soap, don't demand my girlfriend around." John sighs
"Oh, I don't mind." Clara waves her hand dismissively. "I love making people happy with my cooking." She smiles at me and Soap. "It should be done in about two minutes." She tells me and Simon bends down by my ear
"Why don't you sit so I can get you some morphine." Simon whispers in his deep voice that cracks into a rasp. "I can feel your hands shaking, my love." He adds to convince me
"But, morphine?" I whisper back and turn my head to look at him
"It will make you a bit drowsy but I don't want to see you in pain anymore for the night." He makes a good point with Riley whining in agreement as he comes to sit beside our feet
"Okay." I sigh a nod and give in to the medicine that will help me until the morning. "Can you help me sit? I think I overworked my thigh." I smile sheepishly
"I got you, darling." He promises and moves to my side with Riley on the other and together, they both help me walk over to my seat next to Soap with him sitting on my left
"How are you holding up, Honey Baby?" Soap asks softly when Simon steps away to walk over to the garage door where all of my medicine and medical supplies is
"Being stabbed is not fun." I take a deep breath and place my hands on my small- but big to me, baby bump. "I can see why it's not a favorite." I mumble and graze my fingers along the fluttering kicks
"Hurts like a bitch when it's your first, too." He chuckles and moves his arm to sling along the back of my chair where his hand rests on my right shoulder. "It will get better as the days go on." He reassures in a gentle tone
"Thanks, Johnny." I show a small smile that he returns with a bigger one
"I would suggest some whiskey or bourbon your brit loves to help with the pain but, seems like that option is out of the window." He jokes and I laugh lightly
"For at least six more months." I nod in agreement
"You're like four months pregnant." He shrugs
"Yeah, and that extra month is so I can breastfeed." I catch him on his plan to get me drunk as soon as possible
"Hey, I miss our drunken nights." He defends himself after I give him a look. "And five months is already super fuckin' long."
"You are getting a Godson out of it." I raise an eyebrow and he thinks about it for a minute
"Yeah, you're right." He hums and sits back in his chair with his hand retracting back to his lap after Simon comes back into the house
He's not a fan of people touching me other than him.
"Stop touching my wife, Johnny." Simon speaks possessively once he shuts the door
See?
"Hey! I was giving her some support through her leg pain!" Soap defends himself again. "This is her first time getting stabbed!"
"Don't remind me." He huffs and comes to set the medical supplies on the table
"Man, Price looks like he's about to faint." He chuckles at his friend
"We aren't a fan of needles." I shrug when John turns the other way
"Okay, your name has not ended in 'Price' for almost three years so I don't expect you to use it anymore." Simon cuts in and John rolls his eyes
"It was for about twenty five." I remind him. "But I think I like 'Riley' more." I smirk but smile when Riley trots over to place his head on my hands. "And he knows it too!" I coo and move my hands to grab his head that now rests on my baby bump
"You wound me, my love." He takes offense as he prepares the syringe. "Alright, let me have your arm." He says and I present my right hand only for him to shake his head in disapproval. "Your other arm. That one has too much bruising."
"But that's my strong arm." I frown but switch so my left hand is cradled in his
"That is tender and sore." He agrees and wipes down the bend of my arm with an alcohol pad
"I hear you." I sigh and turn away when he grabs the syringe and uncaps the needle
"My precious babe, it's only a tiny needle." He chuckles but I shake my head with my eyes pinched shut. "I will do it soft."
"Just go." I spit through my teeth. "You're dragging this out too long, Simon."
"I am looking for a vein in your tiny arm." He says then pokes me where my body jumps ever so slightly. "Found it." He smiles proudly under his mask when I glare at him
"Simon." I bite out
"Mhm?" He hums amused and presses the plunger down. "Forty five seconds and then it will hit." He tells me like every time he gives me morphine
"I would never do that to you if I was your husband, Sweet Honeybee." Soap whispers jokingly when he leans in and I sit back in my chair after the needle is taken out
"I know you wouldn't." I smile at him
"Watch it, Soap." Simon warns and stands up to discard of the trash after my arm got a band-aid
"At least I would make sure my Honeybear would get a colored band-aid." Soap grumbles. "Not a fucking tan one." He motions to my arm
"They were cheaper." He shrugs
"But, I liked the cartoon alpaca ones that came in that cute travel case to match." I mock a pout
"You fucking asshole." Soap slaps his hand on the table. "Get her the alpaca tin, Ghost so she can store all of her little trinkets in there." He comes to my defense
"You two are ridiculous." Simon rolls his eyes and picks up two plates on his way to the table after Clara finishes with our food. "Thanks." He mumbles and comes back to the table
"Maybe we should've gotten married." He tells me as he wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls my suddenly tired body to his chest. "Hmm? You sleepy, Sugar Honey?" He chuckles
"Not so much to get married to you." I mutter and sit up from his chest where Simon laughs at Soap's offended expression. "I love my husband." I smile adoringly up at him
"Oh, I love you, sweetheart." Simon smiles and bends down to give me a masked kiss on my lips that turn down. "I'm moving it, hold your pout." He chuckles and pauses to lift up the bottom of his mask so it rests on the bridge of his nose and both his mouth and jaw is out in the open. "There. Do you feel better, mama?" He asks after he bends down and gives me a few kisses on my lips
"Much better." I nod and move to pick up a slice of my quesadilla that makes my body feel warm and slightly sway in rhythm of a song I make up in my head. "This is so good." I drop my shoulders and take another bite
"Knocking her up wasn't enough so you have to drug her?" John comments passive aggressively as he sits down by Soap who glares at him
"Knock that shit off and show some respect to your sister and brother-in-law." Clara scolds as she sits down and hands Soap his plate. "Now, go get your own food." She demands angrily when she is also sick of his comments
"This was his food?" Soap smirks as Clara nods and begins eating. "Don't mind if I fuckin' do then." He chuckles and digs in
"Kinda like her." Simon mutters to me and I nod in agreement as John gets up and grabs his own plate
"Just because she is younger and has a growing family, doesn't mean he needs to get pissy about it and throw a fit over her marrying his best friend." Clara shrugs
"I'm not-" John huffs and comes back over with the same thing that Soap has who is overly enjoying his taco. "Honey, I think it's time that you move back home." He sighs and that turns me sober from any medication, alcohol, or drug
"What?" I blurt and Clara curses under her breath then looks at Simon who also stopped eating with his fork frozen between his lips
"I told him it was not the time for this." Clara says and he nods once
"I am only saying it because I need to keep my nephew safe." John says in a defensive tone
"And what about my wife?" Simon sets his fork down. "All this time you are talking about my son and protecting him but not once have you mentioned your sister." He brings up a point I nod at
"I do protect my sister." He scowls. "She has never gotten hurt one single time but when she is with you, she either has a bruise, cut, or a bloody nose she claims if from the weather." He lists off
"What are you implying here?" He asks in a warning tone. "You are walking on mighty thin ice when you accuse me of beating my wife." He doesn't let him answer
"The fuck is wrong with you, Price?" Soap grumbles
"I am not accusing you." John clears it up
"Sounds like it to me." I speak. "My husband does not beat me. The man who I put all of my faith, trust, time, and love in, doesn't fucking beat me. I think I am a bit fucking smarter to not let a woman beater get me pregnant and bring a child into it." I sneer with a sour tone
"I would feel better if I could keep an eye on you." He doesn't relent and I groan a sigh of annoyance
"I am not moving back in." I shake my head. "I have a husband and a baby on the way. I am going to live how I always wanted regardless of your job."
"My job is dangerous." He reminds me
"Do you really think I didn't go over this with Simon in his office when I visited you guys on base?" I rhetorically ask. "How I knew that if I said 'yes' to being his girlfriend, that I would be putting a target on my back and be chased around for life? I knew the risks and still stayed with him because I didn't care, all I wanted was him. He is my life." I say as I grab a piece of grilled chicken and give it to Riley who eats it up happily
"I know you know." He agrees
"Then stop controlling my life." I raise my eyebrows at him and wipe my hands on a napkin before standing and grabbing my plate. "I am eating in my room." I scowl at my brother and give no one else a glance as I turn and stomp towards the stairs
"Babygirl." Simon calls in his deep voice as he looks over his shoulder. "Y/n. Come back down here, please." He tries but I round the corner and flip everyone off with my free hand that makes him sigh deeply
Of course, Simon came after me and ate dinner with me in silence because I was too angry to converse in a conversation so I sat there, stabbing my food with my fork that scratched the plate a time or two and made Simon's head wince at the irritating screeching sound. Riley was walking back and forth between us and Soap who stayed down there to act like the messenger between siblings where it was finally agreed after some time that a house was to be built deep in the property so Simon and I could have our private life but still be close to John.
I was still pissed about the whole thing so Simon suggested that I take a shower to cool off while he takes care of the dishes and though it helped along with me rubbing lotion on my stomach and whispering sweet nothings to the little baby sleeping in my uterus, I was still pissed and felt like nothing could ever make me feel better. I got dressed in my bra, t-shirt, and underwear with no pants and opened the door to our bedroom to see Simon laying on our bed in nothing but his black boxers that cling to every muscle deliciously.
There's my ticket to feeling better.
"I can hear you talking to our baby in there." Simon smirks as he cracks an eye open and smiles when he sees me. "Hey, sexy mama. What are you doing with no pants on?" He says as he looks me up and down
"I could ask you the same." I smirk and walk over to the bed where his arms open up as I lift a knee and move myself to straddle his hips. "Mmm? Why don't you have pants on?" I ask and bend over to slip his mask off and set it aside before I press my chest against his and hover my lips above his scarred ones
"I love it when you do that." He whispers against my lips he lifts his head to kiss them. "Love feeling your boobs on my chest but do you know what I love more?" He asks me after ignoring my question because how dare I ask such a dominant man that
"What?" I probe and arch my back into his body when his fingertips trace my spine all the way down to my ass he grabs and squeezes
"Feeling your stomach press against mine." He smirks. "Knowing you are carrying my child and leaking milk because of me. I love seeing your stained shirts and that glow of your skin in the morning." He describes with heavy emotion laying in his deep voice. "And to see your baby bump- mmm. Lets everyone know you are mine."
"I love being pregnant." I smile and he raises his eyebrows
"Do you?" He murmurs and gives a squeeze to my ass. "You love having your pussy bred?" He asks
"Only with your babies." I nod and he scoffs a laugh
"Like you being with anyone else is an option." He spits through his clenched teeth and slips a hand up to my throat he grabs and tugs my head closer to his. "Do you fucking hear my words? You are mine. Mine to love, kiss, worship, breed, and fuck. Understand, mama? You are all mine." He breathes possession that warms the blood rising to my cheeks
"Yes, sir." I whisper obediently. "I copy."
"Good girl." He praises and kisses my lips with a large sigh that lowers me on his body when his hips come up to grind on me. "I have the biggest fuckin' boner right now because of you being a little temptress." He murmurs
"You mean this?" I ask and press on his chest to sit up and drag my hips up excruciatingly slow so I can see his bulge rub up against my panties until I sit on tip of it and the pressure makes his lower back arch up ever so slightly
"Ugh." He softly moans with his eyes closing and his lips parting. "Yeah, that." He hums and lazily blinks his eyes open to give me a lopsided smirk
"Should we take care of it?" I ask and lay back down on his chest. "Please. I need you so bad." I whisper in a begging voice he can't ever say 'no' to because of how much he loves it
"Mmm." He hums in contemplation as he sees if we should stay here or go to the car but his mind is made up when he reaches over and grabs his truck keys off of the nightstand and sits up with me in his arms. "There is no way I will be able to hold off until he leaves for work in the morning. I could tolerate your temptation before you got pregnant but now, your pussy is all I want to fuck." He rambles on as he slips his shoes on and opens the door to walk soundlessly down the hallway
"Not even my mouth?" I whisper and look at him
"I do not want to see my pregnant wife down on her knees pleasuring me." He looks me right in my eyes as he speaks
"What if I am laying down?" I ask and he looks away for a moment when he descends down the stairs and walks to the front door
"I will think about it." He mutters and opens the door where the moon chilling breeze reminds him he doesn't have a mask on. "Shit, fuck." He curses
"I got you." I smile and bring my hands up to cover his ears with my palms and his face with my breasts. "Better?" I chuckle as he shuts the door
"Fucking beautiful." He speaks in a muffled voice with his lips kissing and sucking his marks into my chest. "Love these perfect tits." He sighs with his brown eyes occasionally opening so he can see where he is walking until he gets to the truck door
"Can I ride you?" I ask as he turns and gets in
"Since you asked so nicely, my dearest." He smiles as he shuts the door and starts to truck with me in his lap. "Just be careful and don't move too much when I start driving, okay?" He reminds me and I nod
"Yes, Lieutenant." I smirk and kiss him where his lips hold mine for the longest time as his hands slip up my thin shirt to feel my back that curves at his touch until he gets to my hips where his fingers trace the outline of my lace panties that still fit me and since he doesn't want to rip them yet, he uses the heels of his palms to spread my asscheeks and dip his two middle fingers in to fish out the slight thong piece
"How are you already this wet, precious?" Simon sighs against my lips as his fingers graze my other ones while his free hand pulls out his cock from his boxers
"Hormones when I see my baby's daddy." I smile and kiss his reddening lips some more. "He's so big and is just pure muscle, I don't know how I ever caught his eye." I pull back to look at him where all I can see is love reflecting off of his moonlit eyes
"Your innocent and loving heart is what thawed my cold one." He says and his words surprise me before feeling the tip of his cock push into me makes me gasp
"Oh!" I tip my head back and slap a hand down to my lower stomach as I sink deeper onto his lap
It's no surprise that Simon Riley being six four and almost three hundred pounds of pure muscle, he would have what he calls an average sized dick but a special, custom order on Adam and Eve to everyone else. I wish I could have the balls and confidence to say that I took every inch the first time we had sex but I would be on fire with how bad I am lying. I was in tears, hurting, throbbing, and bleeding even though he stuck his tip plus an inch or two in and though it makes him chuckle now, he wouldn't touch me for two weeks after that because of how bad he felt for hurting me.
Obviously, I was determined to get all the way to the trimmed hair on his base so like practice after school, after work, I would go and see him. Confidence flowed through me and adrenaline had me covered when I kicked down his door and sat him on his desk to sit on his cock and get used to the thick shaft and hard base. Now, I softly moan in his ear with my hands on his shoulders and my hips that are slowly moving up and down mixed with some grinding so Simon can see where he is driving when he drives the truck in the backyard and parks it near the trees before shutting off the power.
"Simon." I sigh deeply and sit up when his hand comes back to my ass after moving to shut off the ignition
"I know, gorgeous." Simon breathes and tips his dark head of hair back on the seat to look at me and help me bounce on his cock. "It feels so good." He agrees
"So... big." I murmur like I always do at some point during sex with him
"You look even more pregnant now." He gives a half smirk as we both look down to see his hand cupping my bump that is noticeably bigger
"Let him have mercy on his mama and be a tiny baby." I joke and get an airy laugh in return
"Speaking of mama..." He eyes my shirt and grabs the lower hem to lift it over my head
"I forgot about your thing for moms with big titties full of milk." I give a half eye roll as I toss my shirt to the side and reach back to unclasp my bra for it to follow
"I have a thing for you with big titties full of milk." He corrects me and fills his palms with my bigger breasts when they have filled with milk earlier than what we all were expecting but Simon doesn't care when he gives a squeeze and watches a bead of milk drip from my perked nipple. "Soap just loves to exaggerate and start some fuckin' drama." He hums and licks his lips before stopping my bouncing to catch the milk with his tongue
"Oh, Simon!" I close my legs around his waist and toss my head back when he sucks on one of the most sensitive spots on my body. "Ugh! Oh, yeah!" I moan up at the low ceiling that screams my pleasure back at me
"Mmm, fuck." He hums and pulls back where his lips smack off of my skin and shine in the light of the car from being on. "Sweetest milk I have tasted. You are so perfect, mama."
"Can't say I know how I taste." I shake my head with a smile he mirrors
"Why don't we find out?" He rhetorically asks when he pulls my forehead to his and smashes his lips against mine all while I continue to roll my hips against his until we get so lost in each other, we almost end our night before it can start when his large hand comes down on my tailbone and presses hard so my stomach pushes up against him. "Okay." He swallows his pleasure that dies down when it stops. "I'm gonna cum." He sighs
"Take it to the back?" I ask breathlessly and he nods
"Hop off and get on all fours." He pats my ass and I do just that when i pull myself off of him and leak arousal and precum all over his lap and balls like a broken faucet he doesn't want to fix
Simon smiles as I whine in protest of being empty when I was so full but I know he will take care of me so I take my complaining ass and squeeze it between the two seats to crawl across the sheet covered backseat of the truck that still has the floor covers so we essentially have an entire bed back here that is like a king to me and a twin to him when he has a harder time fitting back here but when he does, he stands on his knees behind me and bends down to kiss my lips with his hands palming at my breasts for a moment before he strips off his boxers and my panties with some of my eager help.
After that second, he rests his hands on my shoulders and gently pushes them down while sliding his fingertips down my spine softly when I bend over. I separate my legs and arch my back to give him a full view of my glistening pussy which he groans at and slides his fingers up and down so I breathe out at his feathering touch and drop my head down to my forearm to hold my shoulders up. When I am in the appropriate position for him, he slides the tip of his cock up and down my folds next before slowly pushing through to sheathe himself back inside of me where he moans that it is warm and wet.
The slowness is short lived when his hands find my hips to brutally push and pull against his thrusts that is borderline too painful with the strength from him I've felt from him before even when he hikes one leg up so he kneels on one leg. My eyes clamp shut at his favorite position now mixed with full strength and I moan out broken screams against my hot skin, not giving my lungs a break as his hips smack against the bottom of my ass with my head spinning at the stinging pain that is sent straight to my core so my legs open wider and slide down lower to get his tip to rub against the top of my walls.
"Fuck, babes." Simon grunts in a deep rattling voice. "You're gonna make me cum when you do that." He warns
"I want you to cum in me." I whine in a desperate tone that is another one of his favorites that gets him to break
"It hasn't been that long, mama. Only an hour." He finds an excuse to keep going even when I look over my shoulder and find his muscle bound chest heaving with sweat and dripping from his wet hair
"Mama wants to cum and only daddy can make her feel so good." I gaze at his body and the prominent v-line of his hips disappearing behind the heart shape of my ass that ripples with every thrust he pounds into me. "Plus, I have to sit tomorrow if you still want to sleep with me in bed." I add with a wink when he opens his eyes to look at me
"Beautiful girl." He hums and adjusts his grip on my waist he always comments how little it is when I easily fit in his hands. "Sweet fucking girl." He plants his left hand in the seat beside my head and bends over so his chest and stomach fit flush with my back. "My good girl." His lips find my neck while his free fingers find my clit and rub smooth circles
"Ugh!" I gasp and almost scream out a moan when I push back into him against his movements and drop my head to his tatted forearm keeping us up
"Don't forget to breathe, my love." He reminds me. "I don't wanting you passing out." He chuckles before it falls into a moan
"Oh! I won't!" I mutter as my eyes roll into the back of my head when he lets go of all control and thrusts into me so hard, I feel his tip slamming into my cervix to give it bruising kisses. "Oh, my fucking God!" I scream through my release
"Gahh! That's it, baby! Come on!" He groans loudly through his and slams his hips to mine before halting to flood my pussy with his cum. "Fuck, that never gets old." He sighs as his warm cum alleviates the throbbing pain in my uterus after it was ruthlessly slammed into repetitively
"Ah." I breathe deeply and drop my hips to the seat in exhaustion
"Mmm." He grimaces as he pulls out with a small groan. "You tryin' to drain my balls dry, babes? You're already pregnant." He huffs as he holds his softening cock like he got hit in the milked balls
Someone's sensitive.
Oh, what fun that could be.
"Mhm." I nod happily. "Make me a mama." I request with a sex hazy head that doesn't let me think or look straight
"Are you okay, my darling?" Simon asks with some amusement but more of concern when he slaps his hand on the light above us so he can see my flushed face and blinking eyes. "Y/n." He sets a hand on my hip and bends over to look at me better with his other hand coming to cup my face and lift it up. "Y/n." He repeats in a serious tone
"Cuddles." I slur with droopy eyes and a lazy smile
"Oh." He sighs in relief and drops his head with a small smile. "You're just cock drunk." He mutters to himself in self reassurance
"Cuddle with me and your baby." I open my arms
"I will once I get you cleaned and dressed." He nods and looks between my legs where his cum drips out of the gaping hole his dick left from stretching me out
"Leave it." I wave a hand and drop it to feel the river of cum that rolled down my legs where I spread around the slippery lube and drag it up to another hole he has also fucked a hundred times over
"Precious, don't do that or we will be here all night." He warns and grabs my hand
"Just teasing." I laugh and let him get me all cleaned up, dressed, and situated in the passenger seat after he got out, ass naked and grabbed our 'emergency clothes' from the trunk but we really only have them in here for this exact scenario where we drive back up to the house and Simon carries me into the house
"Well, well, well..." Soap clicks his tongue as he strolls into the living room with one hand in his pajama pocket and another holding a glass of whisky. "Look at what the sexy cat dragged in." He smirks behind the glass he sips from
"She wanted to go for a drive." Simon attempts to shrug it off
"To the backyard?" He points across his stomach to the window that barely shows the area we fucked in. "The suspension on that truck is also out of this world. Barely saw it move until the end." He teases and winks at me when I open my eyes
"Keep talking and I'll not only castrate you, but I will shave that fucking mohawk off your big ass head and tell John you were watching his little sister having sex." I threaten sleepily and Simon chuckles
"You heard her." Simon smirks as he passes a fear-filled Soap when he lifts his hand to his head. "Mention this interaction to anyone and you go bald with no balls." He warns
"At least he'll get a girlfriend." I mutter and rest my head against Simon's chest to go back to sleep
"Honey!" Soap exclaims in offense
"I love you, Johnny!" I say in a sing-song tone as Simon walks up the stairs
"Lucky I love you, too." He mumbles and turns away
"And I love you." I look up at Simon who smiles down at me. "I love you so much."
"I love you so much more, my life and purpose." Simon whispers and pulls me up to give me a kiss before entering our room where we have probably the most rested sleep of our lives in our bed