Christopher’s hands didn’t stop. Even as their breath slowed, even as sweat cooled on their skin, his fingers still wandered, tracing the curve of her belly, just starting to swell with his baby.
“Look at you,” he murmured, almost to himself, his thumb brushing just below her navel. “So f*****g perfect. Full of my baby and still desperate for Daddy’s cock.”
Vivian’s thighs clenched around his hips, her p***y still fluttering weakly around his c**k, stuffed full of his c*m, her body wrung out and still trembling.
“You’re insatiable,” he groaned, sliding his hand between her legs, fingers dipping into the mess between her thighs, gathering slick and c*m and rubbing it slowly over her swollen clit.
“My greedy little kitten. You want more, don’t you?”
She whimpered, hips arching into his
