Sophisticated Ride

Twenty four - Camila

I’m 38 weeks pregnant and feeling extremely big. We got married about three months ago. So glad we did it then, I was just starting to show then. I tried as hard as I could to keep it small. Between my mom and Dante’s sister Monica, we still ended up with a banquet hall full with 200 people. When Monica came home and was super excited to be allowed to help I just didn’t have the heart to tell her no.

Dante explained that when they’re mom passed, Monica was only about 14. Their dad hadn’t known how to raise a girl but did his best. But when she turned 16, he finally sent her to a private school. Dante jokes and says he couldn’t deal with her teenage tantrums. I think he just didn’t know how to deal with a girl going through puberty. She’d never had any big celebrations and was all too eager to plan a wedding.

Baby Lucas was almost here, I loved to feel him kicking and his company was surreal, but momma was exhausted. I stuck it out at work as far along as I could, my Dr. finally gave me my notice at my last appointment. So for the past week I had just been at home, rearranging and unboxing the last bit of the moving boxes I had in the garage. Dante got us a house in Pasadena, far away from other neighbors. He said he didn’t want anyone to hear me screaming his name.

Dante had been hiding from me lately. The pregnancy hormones had me insatiable and I think I was wearing him down. He suddenly wanted to work on the house all the time. When I told him the ceiling fan in my closet wasn’t working he was all too eager to go hide in there. When he went to go inspect my ‘faulty ceiling fan’ I was already inside. I loved having a walk-in closet right then. When he got inside he flipped the light switch on, to see if it worked, I assumed. He was surprised to find it in perfect working condition. I took the opportunity to close the door and lock it. I had switched the door handle so I could lock it from the inside. Yes, it was a dirty trick but I wanted him.

“What the hell Camila!?” He turned when the door closed and looked a little scared. My big six foot four husband backed up and bumped the island in the middle.

“Hey babe.” I was wearing a red nighty. A red SEE-THROUGH nighty. I saw him lick his lips and raise his hands.

“Now Camila, we talked about this, you're almost due and we need to be careful.” He hadn’t touched me in three weeks, I was getting some today. I didn’t care how scared he was.

I walked up to him, “Mm…” I ran a finger down his chest. He had a T-shirt and jeans, and he had on some type of tool belt. I felt him tense under my hand. I leaned up to his neck to smell him. God his smell was like a drug to me right now. I licked up his neck and when I reached his ear lobe I took it between my teeth. I heard him hiss.

“C-Cam, baby, please.” He stuttered. I knew he wouldn’t kiss me because if I got him there, then I wouldn’t be here wanting. So I dragged my hands down his chest to his jeans as I went to my knees. I kept my eyes on him the whole time. He was shaking with need. So I wasn’t the only one left wanting then. This would be easier than I thought.

I opened his jeans and pulled his dark blue boxers down, his thick member sprang free. “You’re so hard for me Dante, where do you want to put this, baby?” He was panting, oh lord, this was going to be good. He didn’t answer, so, I stuck my tongue out and ran it from the base to the tip, then I swirled it around. His hips jerked forward and he grunted. “Mm...you taste so good.” I began stroking him and sucking him harder.

“Camila, i-if you...don’t, shit!...If you don’t stop I won’t be able to hold back. OH FUCK!” I did this thing he says felt like I was trying to swallow him whole. That always got him off. I stroked him more and did it again. “Camila!” His a drop seeped out and when I handled his sac warmth flooded my mouth. I cleaned him up with my tongue and looked up at him.

He had a dark look in his eyes, his nose was flaring out, and his hands were in fists.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered. I tried to get up but my baby bump slowed me down. So really I just sat there flailing.

“Oh no momma, you started this, you’re gonna get it now.” He picked me up from the floor and grunted, “Keys woman” and I tugged them off the string I had it on around my neck. He opened the closet and took me into our bedroom. He laid me down in the middle and propped up my back with the mountain of pillows I’d accumulated.

“I’ve been to afraid of hurting you or the baby. But you just shredded the last bit of self control I had. I want you to watch what I’m going to do your sweet body.” I let out a whimper. He leaned down and I hadn’t bothered putting on panties so I was open for him. He put his mouth on my slick head and gave it an open mouth kiss.

“Oh jesus!”

“No baby, Dante.”

Cocky. He opened me up with his fingers and dove in. After he had me squirming with pleasure and not letting me find release he leaned back and gave me a sly grin.

“Wh-what’s that look for?” I asked, panting.

“You’ve been a bad girl Camila, I think you should be punished.” What the hell!? “You deserve to get spanked.” God the thought of that just made me hotter for him. He noticed and smirked. He reached for my little nub with his finger and began working it. He stopped suddenly and lightly spanked my throbbing lower lips.

Slap!

I gasped. Holy shit! That was hot!

Slap!

Oh.My.God!

Slap! Slap! Slap! “Oh fuck! I’m gonna explode!” It felt too good.

He stopped, “What the hell Dante?!” I was panting so hard. He smirked again.

“Up on your knees Camila, face the wall.” Oh god what was he going to do? He helped me shift into position, and put my hands on the headboard. “Stick out your ass baby girl.” The second I did he brought his hand down on my ass.

“Ah!”

Slap! He alternated from cheek to cheek. It was so hot and he hadn’t even gotten inside me. I needed to finish. I was so close, I let go one of my hands and pinched my nipple, but it wasn’t enough.

“Have you learned your lesson? Do you know now not to start something you can’t finish?” His voice was so deep, the sound of it just went straight south. I nodded my head quickly up and down. I didn’t speak because if he kept slapping my ass I would be coming any second now. He must have seen my answer because he stopped. Ugh! I let out a frustrated breath. He chuckled and it pissed me off but I shut up real quick when I felt his thickness nudging at my entrance. “Dante, please babe. I need you to take care of me.” My words must have done something for him because he grunted.

“Fuck Cam, when you say shit like that, how can I deny you?” He thrust into me. Holy mother of Jesus!

Finally! “Ah!” I was screaming. He began pumping faster and faster, harder, he shifted my angle and went deeper. He was hitting my G-spot. “Fuuuuck yes!” I came so hard, I thought I would pass out. I heard him grunt his release. Slowly we came back down to Earth. He slowly slipped back out and helped me down on to the bed next to him.

I put my head on his chest. “Mm, I missed you Dan. You can’t let me go like that again.” I stroked his abs.

“I’m sorry babe, it just scares me that I could hurt you or the baby. But you’re right, I can’t go like this again. That was too good. I can’t wait for the baby to be out so I can feel free to tear it up.”

This man had such a foul mind. If I was honest, it was one of the things that I loved about him. He accepted me with all my body issues and loved me hard. I felt completely satisfied with my life. “Dan, you’ve got a dirty mouth, but I love it.” I paused, “I love you husband.”

He looked down at my face and cupped my cheek “I love you wife.”

***This is the end my friends! I do have an Epilogue coming up. So fear not! Your dirty minds, will have closure.
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