Kylie's POV~
I smiled as I looked in the mirror, seeing several hickey's scattered all over my body. Y/n and I made up last night.
There was a lot of making up. It lasted into this morning. She and I only got a few hours of sleep before we took the kids to school.
"Babe, breakfast is ready." Y/nn says, coming into the bathroom. She wraps her arms around my torso, leaning down.
She placed several lingering kisses along my neck and bare shoulder. My lips part, releasing a heavy breath.
I felt her smirk against my neck before nipping at my skin with her pearly whites. "Y/n." I moan, breathlessly.
As my ass pressed back against her, I could feel her growing boner. "What about breakfast?" I asked, my hands already letting go of the grip on my towel.
As it dropped to the floor, her hand found its home between my legs. She gripped my neck with her other, holding my head back against her.
Our eyes met through the mirror as her fingers circled my clit. The tight circles feeling very intense.
I leaned forward, gripping the counter. Y/n moved her hand, grabbing the back of my neck.
Her hand left my clit. "Y/n! Please!" I begged, hoping that she isn't teasing me.
Without warning, she thrusted into me. I gasped as she stretched me out.
Her shaft is fully hard. Y/n doesn't waste her time. She starts thrusting in and out.
Her deep blows to my pussy is already sending me over the edge. "Daddy!" I cried, my legs shaking.
The tightness in my stomach growing. Y/n grunts loudly, her hips bucking faster. "Fuck, Ky!" She grunts.
She moved us closer to the counter. Quickly placing my right leg up on the counter. Y/n grips my hips firmly, quickly continuing her thrusts.
"Ah! Shit!" I cried out. "You're so deep!" I scream. My body shuddered, uncontrollably jerking away from her.
"Tsk. Tsk. Don't pull that shit!" Y/n groaned, slapping my ass. She held my hips firmly, going balls deep.
She hit my g-spot each time. My eyes roll back as my orgasm is thrown at me. "Ah!" I cried, coming hard on her dick.
Y/n grunts harshly, burying her dick deep inside of me. My body shook with hers as she filled me with her thick hot ropes of cum.
She sighed, catching her breath. I rest my face against the cold countertop, catching my own. Y/n pulls out, and I could hear her hard dick slapping against her.
Y/n chuckled, rubbing my ass. "Can you take one more?" She asked, rubbing her tip through my folds.
I smirk, slowly maneuvering myself around. I keep my eyes on hers as I go down on my knees.
"I want it down my throat." I husk. Her shaft twitches, slapping against her once again.
Y/n smirks, moving my hair out of my face. She holds it in a ponytail as I wrap my hands around her shaft and balls.
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Y/n came to work with me today as she does all the photography. The models and I got all dazzled up.
My makeup artist had to work hard to cover all the hickeys. After we did the small photo shoot, I changed into a light gray crew neck and matching shorts.
Y/n had gone to get us lunch, leaving me alone in my office. My thoughts flowed. That's when it hits me.
We didn't use protection at all last night or this morning. I pushed my shirt up, resting my hand on my stomach.
A smile formed on my lips at the thought that a little baby could be brewing. Baking. Cooking. Whatever analogy is preferred.
I grabbed my phone, snapping a picture. I save it into my memories. If I am pregnant, then this would be the first moment I knew.
Y/n comes in with lunch. I'm still a smiling mess. "What?" She asks, a smile pulling to her lips.
I bite my bottom lip, trying to control my excitement. "Uhm, last night and this morning." I mentioned.
Y/n chuckled, sitting down beside me on my office couch. She set the food down on the coffee table.
"I remember." She smirked, leaving a small lingering kiss on my cheek. "What about it? Are you sore?" She asked, her hand tracing up and down my spine.
I smile, shaking my head. "I'm a little sensitive, but... I'm all good." I say. I look down at my stomach, resting both of my hands on it.
Y/n's brows furrowed, but then she had a look of realization. "Sorry." She chuckles, grabbing our food.
I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head. "Yes to that, but that isn't what I meant." I say.
"We didn't use any protection last night or this morning." I say. Y/n shrugged, still confused, as she said, "We never really do."
I shake my head, sitting up. I rest my hands on her thigh as she is still pulling our food out of the bags.
"That is true, but you usually pull out." I say, my smile growing as total realization crossed her face.
She sighed, placing her head in the palm of her hands. My hand comes to the back of her neck, lightly massaging it.
"Are you upset?" I asked, now worried that maybe she actually doesn't want any more kids. At any time.
She shook her head, turning to me. "No, if you do get pregnant, I'm not going to be upset." She says.
Y/n released a deep sigh, saying, "But I really did want us to wait until after everything." I tease, saying, "So I've trapped you."
She cracked a smile, shaking her head. "I've been trapped." She says. I playfully slap her, and she leaned in and kissed my head.
"It will all be okay." I assure her. She nodded her head before handing me my food. We sit in silence, eating.
As we're finishing up, my sister's come walking into my office as the door was wide open. "Hey, hey!" The four of them greet.
"Hey!" I greet them. I stand up, taking our trash to the trash can. While up, I give each of my sisters a hug.
Y/n is on her phone, typing away. "Babe." I say. She looked up briefly with a sheepish look on her face.
"Sorry. Hey, y'all...." She trailed off. "Babe, I've got to go meet the guys. But I'll be back to pick you up once you're done." Y/n says.
Y/n kissed me on the forehead before leaving abruptly. "What was that about?" Kourtney asked.
"I'm not sure..." I say, fearing that it's about the possibility of me being pregnant. "She said 'the guys', so maybe their working on a song." Kendall said.
Pointing out the most obvious reason. I sigh, nodding my head. I chose to believe that is why and not because of me possibility being pregnant.
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