Hard Wood : Pregnant Lust 4 (Pregnancy Erotica Rough Sex Anal Sex Erotica): Pregnant Lust, #4

By Millie King

Pregnancy has made me one horny little devil, but I'm about to do one of the most devilish things of my life.  I make my way out to Mr. Bishop's workshop to satisfy my cravings, but he's reluctant to oblige me at first.

I wear him down gradually, and the idea of my naughty spot hugging his length tight is too much for him to turn down.  Read how he fills me and sates my craving in rough fashion!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Millie King
• Release date: May 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386804208

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He put down his tool fast and looked across at me.

What are you doing in here? he said, as though he’d seen through the thin veneer of an excuse that I’d used to get me this far.

I was just trying to help.

He looked me up and down, focusing on the big bump beneath my gown.  You should be taking it easy.

Like you?

He shot me another stern look and I’ve got to admit, it excited me.  Each time I pressed him just a little bit further.

So I can’t get you anything?

No, Frances.

"Not even a little ... relief?"

Mr. Bishop stopped working and huffed.  You wanna jerk me off?  Is that it?

I felt my stomach flutter.  I want to please you, Mr. Bishop.

It’d please me if you got the hell out of here.

I took another step towards him.  Anything.  I’ll do anything.

He shook his head dismissively, but I wasn’t about to give in.  I’d made it this far.  I’d beg on my knees for him if it meant being filled.

Can’t you go and please yourself?

Like you were, I grinned.

Here, he said suddenly, stepping out from behind his workbench.  He unfastened his belt and slid it out of the loops quickly.  Come and get it.

I paused.  Now that I was confronted with it I found my nerve wavering.

Come on, he said, if you want it so bad.

I stared ahead at his crotch, catatonic all of a sudden.  Mr. Bishop started to fasten himself back up.

That’s what I thought, he said.

No! I cried, jumping to life and bursting forward.  No.  Please.

In a second I was on