Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale. Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies. Are you the only one lyin...
Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, morning sex, unprotected sex, PIV sex, lactation kink, threats to children, mentions of a baby dying, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.5K
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Laying on his stomach, Frank feels your face smooshed up against his bareback, your arms dropped over him in a hungover embrace. The two of exhausted from your date last night and your exploratory tipsy sex when you got home. A shiver runs up your naked spine, and he tries to pull the covers further up your body. "Don't," you whisper. The effects of the shots from the night before still laced in your voice.
"Why not, sweetheart?"
"If you cover me up, then I won't want to get up, and we have to get the kids at," you lean up over him to see the alarm clock, releasing a soft growl followed by a hiss, "we have one hour," your body rolls off of Frank and onto your back, only to find him crawling over you. "Andy, stop, I've got a headache."
"Then roll over on your belly and I'll give you a massage."
Not one to say no to a massage, you roll over back on your stomach, Frank throws a leg over you, spreading your thighs slightly, his morning wood teasing at your entrance, "Babe, that is not a massage."
"It is to me. So, while I'm nestled in your pussy, I'll rub your shoulders. We need to take advantage of the girls not being here."
"Last night wasn't enough?" your voice catches as he slides his length through your folds, tsking you, because he knows you're too wet to not want this. "I'm still slightly sore. You didn't hold...back. Fuck."
"Easy, honey. Gonna take such good care of you," his thick fingers roll on your stressed shoulders, and every so often he pulls himself out, only to slowly thrust back in. The slowest of morning sex, and yet it is the most amazing feeling in the world. His hands working your back, while he's buried deep and keeping you satisfied. "My beautiful little wife, you always want to be stuffed full with me, don't you?"
"Uh-huh," you moan, Frank's pace picking up when you've all but forgotten the massage.
"You think it's time?" he stills his movements, staring down at you.
"Time? Time for what?"
"I want to see you swollen with my child again," Frank shouldn't wish such things. He knows he's living in a fantasy world every time he comes here. Envisioning that this was his everyday life. "Sweetheart?"
You tap at his leg, "Get off. Go on, off," he pulls himself out you, and you twist your body around to fully look at him. You search his eyes, trying to figure out if he's serious. "Andy, we have twins. Infant twins."
