Knocked Up & Begging: Pregnant Lust 2 (Pregnancy Erotica Pregnant Sex Age Gap Erotica): Pregnant Lust, #2

By Millie King

I keep having feverish, erotic dreams during the second trimester that cause me to wake in a state of excited delirium.  When my seasoned housemate Mr. Michaels comes in to check what the commotion is I find myself impossibly attracted to him, especially after the vision of him I just had.

He's beside himself when I beg him for him, but when I put my lips around him he's all mine.  Read how he claims my pregnant body and pumps his love into me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Millie King
• Release date: Mar 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386945819

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Come here, I said, and for whatever reason, he didn’t move.

He stared down on me bewildered, watching as I reached out for the waist of his boxer-shorts.  His hands stayed on his hips as I dragged down his underwear and unleashed his cock.

Now what? he asked, as though he was willing to let me go through this crazy charade.  I’m telling you, you’re not yourself, Chloe.

I will be, I said, staring at his flaccid cock.  It looked big as it was, but I wasn’t yet happy with it.

I took it in my hand and pulled him to my face.  Mr. Michaels staggered and then I wrapped my lips over the tip of his flesh, sucking on his soft length like it was a pacifier.

Chloe! he gasped, but he showed no sign of stopping me.

Instead his hands remained fast on his waist and his eyes looked down as his sinful, pregnant tenant did unspeakable things to him.

My tongue wound around his dick and then I felt the blood begin to pump into it.  I felt him begin to grow in my mouth until soon I was full of his arousal, bursting from cheek to cheek.  When I finally kissed my way off his cock it was to reveal a completely different-looking dick than the one I’d put in my mouth.

Now it was strong and veined, all wet and menacing.  It looked powerful and virile as his big balls hung below it.

I want you, I moaned again, fully conscious now.

Chloe we can’t, he said, but still he remained, his hands hanging at his