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unexpected. I had been so caught up in the moment and the ecstatic sensations coursing through my being that I didn’t immediately notice when Seth’s massive load flooded into my pussy.

We hadn’t really thought to use condoms, and I wasn’t on any kind of birth control.

I looked at him, a question in my eyes, and he simply smiled.

“I want to fill you with all of me,” he said. “And I want to put a baby in you.”

“Okay, master,” I told him, surprising myself by liking the idea.

“We are going to be together forever,” he said, planting gentle kisses on my cheeks, his cock still deep inside me, for good.

Chapter Twelve - Seth

Two Months Later

“You look like you’re feeling better, pet,” I remarked when I walked in the front door.

“Much better,” she confirmed.

My poor Jonna had woken up feeling awful, and had spent the morning puking like crazy.

Some of the lockdown restrictions had lifted now and the two of us were back to working in the office, albeit masked and socially distanced, but obviously today, she’d been in no shape to work.

I’d offered to stay home with her, but she knew I had a meeting today that had already been rescheduled twice. No matter how hard I’d fought her, she’d staunchly refused to let me stay, and I’ve quickly learned that when she wants to be, Jonna can be even more stubborn than I was.

“Besides,” she’d insisted, “It’s not like there’s anything you can do other than stay here, watch me throw up, and possibly end up catching whatever this is yourself.”

I’d tried to argue, but she was having none of it. But that didn’t mean I was going to stay the whole day, so once that meeting was over, I’d headed back home.

But now, she’s looking much better. The color is back in her face, but it’s more than that. She’s wearing a smile and a sparkle in her eyes, rather than the look of nauseated misery of this morning.

She sprang to her feet upon seeing me and launched herself at me, so enthusiastically that she nearly toppled me over.

“Whoa! What’s going on?” I exclaimed. “I wasn’t gone that long, was I?”

“How was your meeting?” she asked me.

“It was fine, but what’s up with you? You’re practically vibrating.”

And she was, palpable excitement rippling through her.

“Close your eyes,” she demanded.

I lifted an eyebrow and she pouted at me.

“Come on, just do it. Please?”

I sighed and closed my eyes.

“I thought I was the one who gave the orders around here, pet,” I teased her.

“Not right now you’re not, hush,” she replied, “and hold out your hand.”

Suspiciously, I did so, wondering what to expect.

I felt something touch my palm, but it was impossible to tell what— just something small and made of lightweight plastic.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Open your eyes and see!” she exclaimed excitedly.

I obeyed her, looking down at the object.

It only took a second for me to process what the item was, and my heart started to pound.

“No,” I gasped.

My eyes went to the little window on the pregnancy test, where a bright pink plus sign was emblazoned, clear as day.

I looked at her, and she nodded.

“Yes!”

I threw my arms around her, the pregnancy test clattering to the floor, and whirled her around with a shout of delight. She squealed and clung to me, laughing. I covered her face in kisses, and then did the same to her cheeks, nose and forehead, until finally my lips met hers and flooded both of us with fire.

When we eventually broke the kiss, we were both panting, but her smile still glowed.

“So…you’re happy that I’m pregnant?” she asked with a giggle.

“More than you can possibly imagine, pet.”

“Even if it means we might have to postpone the wedding so that I’ll be able to fit into my dress?” she asked, wincing.

“Even then,” I assured her. “We could elope tomorrow or wait ten years to get married, Jonna, I don’t care. As long as you’re here with me, that’s all that matters.”

Her eyes welled with tears and they trickled down her cheeks.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too, pet,” I said and then kissed her again.

That kiss was even hotter than the first, and soon Jonna was pressing herself against me and I could feel the need rising in her, not to mention the throbbing in my own pants.

I scooped her off her feet and carried her to our bedroom. We still used the playroom, too, but now didn’t feel like that kind of moment. I didn’t want to fuck my pet— I wanted to make love to my fiancée and the mother of my unborn child.

I set her gently on her feet and tugged at the waistband of her stretchy pair of lounge pants and marveled a little at the versatility of her beauty. She looked every bit as stunning in her lazy, comfortable, sick-day outfit as she did at her most dolled up.

Letting the pants and her panties puddle around her ankles, I tugged the t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside, letting it fall to the floor as well. She worked my belt with expert fingers and did away with my clothes just as hastily as I’d removed hers.

When I had her bare and ready, I swept her off her feet once more and lay her in the center of our bed, then spread her legs.

Her breath hitched in anticipation and I trailed a path of kisses down her body, pausing to pay special attention to her hardened nipples until her whimpers reached a desperate crescendo and I knew her pussy was aching for my undivided attention, which I was only too happy to give it.

I kissed my